Short post today.
Funny though.
I was reading a diary of a guy from the late nineteenth century the other day and came across an entry that made me chuckle (and email my husband straight away).
I read it again to make sure I’d got it right. Yep.
He was travelling and no where near ‘civilisation’, but his ink had run out so he was using worcester (or is it worcestershire) sauce to write his journal.
Ah, the sheer resourcefulness. Genius. So think of that when you reach in the cupboard for some Lea and Perrins!
That’s all for now folks.
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And then, if you get hungry, you can eat your words.