Rather ironically, one of my favourite snacks to date has been bark, so you can imagine how delighted I was a couple of weeks ago, to stumble across a so far-undiscovered tree stump in the corner of the garden. After spending half an hour stripping the bark , I made a thrilling new culinary discovery - snails!
Apparently all of the snails in the garden had decided to over-winter in this precise spot. And how delicious they were. I knew I had to move fast and there were about twelve left when Weird found me in mid-scoff, but by then I had eaten quite a lot more than that, shells and all.
I won't go into detail, but the consequences, as you may have guessed, were dire.
Anyhow, I am now up and about again, and have even made my debut at the University animal behaviour class, where Beard behaved like embarrassing dad at parents' evening.
In all honesty, I was doing really well until they handed out sausages to all and sundry. I simply did a quick circuit of the room, collecting everyone else's sausages... which I put down to showing initiative, but apparently no one else saw it quite that way.
Prior to that, while ill and lounging on the furniture, I was eagerly anticipating the appearance of HRH Camilla on the Archers. Sadly this was not to be. I had forgotten for a moment that I was living in a radical feminist Marxist household, and as the familiar theme tune began, the radio was snapped off with alarming vigour.
Which leads me to an interesting incident. I joined Weird and Skydiver Liz (who are rabid campaigners for equality- and from my point of view would be more at home at Greenham Common than on the Cow Field) on a long walk yesterday. After much heated debate, the conversation turned to the animal behaviour class.
Weird: "It's amazing. The behaviourist says that after ten minutes of mental exercise, he will be as exhausted as if he'd been running for an hour".
Skydiver Liz: "Well he is a bloke, after all".
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