Henry Moore

Stumpy the potato man tried to crawl to safety but was captured and joined his comrades, crisply roasted and accompanying Smithskis lovely roast chicken with lemon, rosemary & thyme. The spuds, fresh from mikes allotment, had some unusual shapes but unfortunately none that resembled genitalia, bring back Esther Rantzen i say.

Cooked two chickens, , watched fight club, baked more bread, glass of malt now in hand... thats what sundays should be like.