Good afternoon everybody.
This is me in my kitchen getting ever so slightly impatient with the time it is taking my slave to prepare my meal.
It's a right faff I can tell you and it's all because of that blessed lady that does those diabolical things to my body wot lives at the 'Big House' - you know, that place I can't stand going to.
Any road up, she reckons my recovery will be much quicker if I am fed raw lamb's liver.
"Raw!' I ask you. I'm not having any of that. Far too sophisticated for that.
And whilst I'm on about it, I don't like lamb's liver. Tried it, didn't like it.
So having got those messages across - which wasn't easy, my slaves are a bit slow on the uptake - I now enjoy a tasty repast of lightly fried pigs liver, finely chopped, and served with a dash of hot water.
Makes a nice change from all the usual shredded chicken and fishy-things they normally give me.
And it's helping with my…ahem…'regularity' an' all, so it's all good.
That's it woman. Stick it in me bowl.
Now, stop fussing me and let me get on with it.
Hmmm, yummeee!
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