Game Birds And Shrapnel

With the old double bed gone we move both the kids’ beds down into our old room - the new guest room or whatever you want to call it. It’s also my wardrobe at the moment until I can sort something upstairs. Both L and I now have entire rooms for our clothes, makes us both sound very chic doesn’t it. Not.

L, not I, has been eyeing up the game birds on the market. She had narrowed it down to either partridge or pheasant and we go with pheasant for tea tonight. It’s an interesting experience as long as you kept spitting the gun pellets out. I thought it was just bony but no, it was full shrapnel. 

(Sunday 1^st March)