That cargo box needs a clean out, Sally forgot about a haggis she bought in Scotland a few weeks back, I dare not open the box now for fear of getting assailed by it.
I think she decided not to eat it when she read the ingredients...lambs lobes...I kid you not!
Mind you, whilst burbling round the west coast, she spotted something going on in a field we were coasting by, over the intercom I got ' there's a farmer in that field with hairy bullocks'.
After a neck wrenching involuntary sideways gawp, I corrected her, telling her,
'They are Aberdeen Angus cattle'.
Her swift response was that ' no, they are Moris pipers!'
I got the silent treatment after informing her that they were potatoes!
What can one do for a peaceful life...
