Almostly True: The Morrisonian Chicken

All through yesterday, and the evening before when the plans for this were put into motion, I was very much looking forward to visiting our local Morrison’s and reducing their stock of cooked, hot chickens by one and taking it proudly home to The Jennifer for us to consume in-between actual and proper glugs of ale and cider.

I did purchase some mead also but this got forgotten somehow and the gods of the alcoholic beverage aisle must never know. They must never know of this.

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