We've reached the turning point of the summer. It's Lammas. In years previous I'd have done a little pagan celebration for Lammas but that seems to have fallen by the wayside in recent years. It's interesting how life goes in phases, when something is regular, then it disappears from life for years for no reason other than it stops happening.
None of that has any bearing on this image of a black pudding sandwich dad had for lunch. He's nearly 93 and still craves weird sandwiches like this. He used to love crisp sandwiches too. Good on him I say, he's a tonic in these times of 'don't eat this, don't eat that' government directives. The best advice is the old advice " a little bit of what you fancy does you good".
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