A matter of timing

It is Thursday morning and Rod and I decide to walk down the town since he's still on holidays from work. We wanted to do something we've been meaning to do for ages.

We stop half way down the main street and look into the butchers (one of three in the town) window at the lovely arrangement of meats on display and then we walk inside. We tell the butcher we are on a sausage hunt for the best sausages here in this one street town and he tells us, like the three wise men, that we have come to the right place.

He gives us an assortment of Cumberland sausages, breakfast sausages, big ones and small ones and if you're reading this and live in Ireland you can probably see exactly where this is going.

Yes, we go home and cook up those lovely sausages and smack our lips together in pure pleasure as we eat them and when we turn on the TV and see, this, all Irish pork products should be removed from the store shelves and any pork products in any house since September should not consumed due to contamination of pig feed suddenly those sausages don't taste so great anymore and we don't feel so wise now.