more sausháge
at least we don't have two thirds of the same to do next weekend.
i think mrs.perou would prefer to buy sausages than spend another weekend making them.
regardless, i feel accomplished and the sausages taste S.F.G
bad saussage induced memories...
twice in my life i've had to help someone with a catheter.
once when i was a teenager and a scout, when we were 'looking after' a neighboring scout troup that were all severely disabled.
and again when i went to visit my dying grandad in hospital.
...actually my grandad was pleading with me to take OUT his catheter and when i said i couldn't because he needed it in, he went out of his way to tell me that i was useless and no good to him.
it was the last thing he said to me: our final conversation.
i had motorbiked to the hospital, in surrey, to see him and i remember putting my helmet on before i left the ward to hide my out of control crying.
the mincing machine reminded me of the monty python animation...the stuffer reminds me of these two (bad) times.
untangling bowls of soaked pig intestines is/was fun too.
the only other thing i've done today was put a few bolts into the stable frames max (snr) assembled on his own (while i stuffed myself sausages and argued with mrs.perou).
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