Talking about fried camppie reminds me, when I was pregnant with last daughter,vi had an appointment at the hospital so left the kids at home withe their father while I walked up there (30 minutes walk each way) . When I got home I asked him if he had had something to eat and fed the kids. Yes, he said, I fried us up some Strasbourg, what Strasbourg I asked, the roll in the fridge, scraping my head I went to the fridge to look, not knowing if he had bought it, returned to him and said, no Strasbourg in the fridge, that was the dog sausage. Killed myself laughing thinking, how could you be so stupid and not look before you eat
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