Did someone say soup? Oh yes, soup, now you're talking. I love soup. Me mam makes it all the time. I'd say I've been on a gastronomic odyssey down the highways and byways of fish, vegetable and meat stocks for some time now. Love the stuff. Me mam says there's nowt better you can do with bones than render them down into a decent broth.
In the end that's what we did to our Roger. It were sad but he'd been unwell for quite a while and in the end I think he just gave up. I was devastated because he was like a brother to me. We went everywhere together. He'd sometimes sleep in my room and we'd have midnight feasts and I'd read to him before we both fell asleep.
Me mam said it were probably a blessing and there was no pain now but putting him into the ground straight away would be a waste and wouldn't do nobody any good. I was famished too. So we cut him up and made soup with him. None of your fancy, thin consommés like in France nor cold Spanish gazpacho - Roger was warm. No, a thick Manchester broth it was, the stuff Salford were built on.
In the end I like to think that Roger slipped away early, on purpose to satisfy my hunger. Now he's all gone, dregs too. I suppose it'll be back to the cuppa soup for a while.
In the end that's what we did to our Roger. It were sad but he'd been unwell for quite a while and in the end I think he just gave up. I was devastated because he was like a brother to me. We went everywhere together. He'd sometimes sleep in my room and we'd have midnight feasts and I'd read to him before we both fell asleep.
Me mam said it were probably a blessing and there was no pain now but putting him into the ground straight away would be a waste and wouldn't do nobody any good. I was famished too. So we cut him up and made soup with him. None of your fancy, thin consommés like in France nor cold Spanish gazpacho - Roger was warm. No, a thick Manchester broth it was, the stuff Salford were built on.
In the end I like to think that Roger slipped away early, on purpose to satisfy my hunger. Now he's all gone, dregs too. I suppose it'll be back to the cuppa soup for a while.
At least until Susan shuffles off her mortal coil.
Manky
Manky
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