An Inspiration?
Sep 07
Don’t know about you, but the taste for regularly wastingspending Saturday mornings shopping for food is something I have never quite managed to acquire.
Especially the grazing: the seemingly endless trundle through artificial pastures full of fruit and bits of dead animals, the inspection of each individual item followed, respectively, by a frown or approval.
I suspect my primary instinct is playing havoc: somehow I can’t imagine that Neanderthal-Brighty ever browsed through a herd of mammoths, inspecting its member’s rumps for potential juiciness.
Luckily I am not alone in my misery:
Tempting, I tell you! Bloody tempting…..



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