Some 266 years after Charles 'Turnip' Townshend imported Dutch turnips to the UK for the first time, I accidentally imported my own in the shape of Him Formerly Known as Bear. I mistakenly believed I was getting something substantial, more along the lines of meat and two veg. But no, I got a turnip. A turnip that after 15 years decided to turnip his nose at me and bugger off for a new life with Little Miss Sound of Music, leaving me to crumble like a dried up old stock cube.
But you know what, I am stronger than that. Tougher than a bloody turnip. So I am now turnipping my nose right back. He can stew in his own juice because I am off to get me something a little more tasty.
Yours in hope and fear, AJ x
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