Is that for me?

Unexpected windfall of a whole cooked chicken (ordered on line by accident instead of fresh chicken fillets...) meant there was chicken soup to be made, once the bird had been picked clean.

The woofer appointed himself as kitchen porter,  ready to scoop up any leftovers.

I now have enough soup to see me through to Christmas and enough chicken sandwiches to last all of next week (pretty much the extent of my culinary skills.)

The woofer meanwhile is sleeping off chickfest!