Saturday Senses: (Bad) Taste

At 10.00am, my husband announced the Christmas lunch had just been delivered. Quick, come into the kitchen and have a look! Bring your camera! Like a twit, I did rush into the kitchen, and I did take my camera.

If he thinks I'm going to catch, kill, pluck, stuff, cook and eat this tough old bird he can think again. I'm sticking to turkey (again).