It was homecooked, dressed haddock, brought fresh from the dock by the lovely fishman this afternoon! Had the chips in a butty at tea time so I ate it alone with vinegar. And had a bowl of homemade carrot soup! Aint I a lentil weaver!!
My, my, my, my, Momma, THAT was an entrance I could see it all in glorious technicolour!! I feel quite ashamed, no, black affronted, sitting here in my jamas with my boobs sagging around my waist with toothpaste caps for nipples. Black affronted I'm telling you.