A superlative feast of eggs, rashers and toast being dispatched, the Manchester Guardian freshly ironed in the pantry, the banter with Molly, a giggle and a promise of something hot for tea.
I am resplendent in Colonel Cormorant’s finest, canary yellow vest, black coat, hunt buttons, the boots gleaming, crop smartly tapping as I stride briskly [...]
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First Blood
Posted in Comedy, Food, Humor, Humour, Satire, Writing, tagged Breakfast, fox, hunting, rashers on July 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
