Dear Browsers and Browserettes,
tonight finds your correspondent pasting on the move. Mr and mrs electrofried (together of course, with dearest teenygoth) are currently deep in the heart of the Norfolk countryside. We're visiting the eldest fruit of the electrofried loins, young maximouse.
Feasting awaits
The fatted calf has been duly slaughtered, rendered and reconstituted to produce a rich platter of Farmer Brown's finest gristle'n'quorn burgers, a selection of which currently sizzle on the maximouse grill awaiting consumption. What better culinary treat could one hope for!
Chocolate, TV and plans ahead
Meanwhile, the ladies of the House are preparing to settle in to an evening of super-sized chocolate and light TV entertainment. Accordingly, yours truly and His Imperial Hirsutelessness (a charabanc-fettler extraordinaire and husband to maximouse) have plans for an expedition to "The Dog and ASBO", the local hostelry of choice to the young of the village.
We undertook a preliminary scouting excursion yesterday evening, but feel a more extended reconnaitre is in order tonight. We shall therefore set off shortly to lay claim to a pint or two of "Old Codger" accompanied by a fresh jar of pickled onions and a bag of pork scratchings - two essential ingredients that lie at the very heart of the Norfolk tapas bar.
An enlarged pack
Even the Hounds of Electrofried are at peace, having been re-united with the outlying branch of the pack. Maximouse and His Imperial are the proud owners of two lively cross-breeds whose combined gene-pool spans a considerable portion of the canine world.
The extended pack has chased, barked and gambolled to its hearts content and its constituent members now lie collectively on the kitchen floor, sizing up the Farmer Brown's with ever hopeful eyes.
On the soothing effects of flatness
One can only conclude this state of happiness has something to do with the state of flatness that is the distinguishing feature of these regions. All around is flat, with the possible exception of the Farmer Brown's that now sit puckered and beckoning on the plate before us.
There is a certain restful nature reflected in a sky that seems to have doubled in size since we set off from the House of Electrofried on our family visit. It is indeed good for the soul.
Old Codger beckons
And with that parting note I hear the discrete cough of His Imperial Hirsutelessness summoning me to the door. The chocolate is about to be broken out and it's time for us to make our escape. May we wish you all the very best of evenings from the extended family of electrofried.
yours as ever,
electrofried (mr)
2 comments:
I thought that only Mrs Electrofied and daughter had gone to visit maximouse! Did you catch up with them?
Dear samsarajade,
as I'm all to aware from my work in the horology factory, time catches up with everyone eventually.
best regards
electrofried (mr)
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