Had a message from a friend yesterday.
Would you like a lamb?
No thanks, I said, not fair just to have one, next door have plenty we can watch.
Daft xxxxxx, she said.
Dead one.
So tomorrow, we have a lamb coming tomorrow. Fortunately, they'll cut it up into cutlets, legs, etc. I've asked not to have the head though. It's a Portuguese delicacy. but dear me, it stinks when cooked.
Just need to find some room in the freezers now