Today's social media was
all a-twitter with the (apparently) horrific revelation that
traces of
horse meat have been found in various meat products in national
supermarkets. Personally I can't really see what the fuss is all
about.
As for the carnivores
amongst us, either one eats meat or one does not. Can one really be
selectively carnivorous for any reason other than taste? I'm reminded
of a cub who once claimed to be a vegetarian but would eat pork and
beef because he didn't like pigs and cows, but he liked sheep so
wouldn't eat lamb. I've eaten horse before - it was quite tasty.
Other than somehow claiming the moral high ground, vegetarians are
unaffected by this news, whilst glibly overlooking the fact that
carrots are
supposed to be purple - who of us really knows exactly what it is
that we are eating?
Personally I can't help
but wonder how horse meat was found in the burgers in question; how
many burgers are tested for horse meat on a regular basis? The DNA
testing that was done isn't cheap. How many other food substances are
tested for other random (and harmless) food substances? And in
these austere times how much it all costs?
It was very cold this
morning so I insisted that Fudge wore his coat when we went out for
our walk. He wasn't at all happy about wearing his coat; he would
rather have shivered. But he had no choice in the matter. I forced
him into his coat, and eventually he stopped sulking. We had quite a
good walk despite the freezing fog. I think the cold weather had put
other dog walkers off, and we had the park mostly to ourselves. Which
was good. Mind you he seems to have forgotten his whistle training.
Must work on that...
And then home where I
continued tidying the living room. We have far too many candles. And
then I stripped out all the clutter from under the stairs. I couldn't
believe what I found. Brand new roller blades still with the shop
tags on them. "Daddies Little Angel TM"'s
painting overall from several years ago, and a dozen pairs of her
shoes. More carrier bags than Tesco's have got. Kites and kettles.
Odd gloves and odd socks. Paddling pools and picnic baskets. Several
scarves. I have put back that which might be worth having, binned
some of the more unwanted rubbish, and filled the table with stuff
that "er indoors TM" can kiss
goodbye at her leisure.
"My Boy TM"
came round, and after a quick school run we went to the driving
range. It was the first time I got to try out my new golf bats. I've
not been to the driving range for a few weeks, and it showed. I'll
get the hang of it again.
Back home, and once "er
indoors TM" had returned home we set off
to Folkestone to deliver shoes and overalls. We then took the dogs
to the beach for a walk. They had a good run around, but Fudge
disgraced himself by picking fights with two other dogs. I wish he
wouldn't do that...
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