Friday's supper was baked cod. As I swallowed my first mouthful I felt a small bone slide down my throat and get lodged halfway.
Lots of coughing ensued but it stayed put. Then I remembered the last time this happened, many years ago now, when staying at a corporate hotel with a group of work colleagues for a conference . I had jumped up from the table and was about to rush out to the nearest Ladies' when the barman called me over and handed me a pint glass full of water. He ordered me to drink it all down in one without stopping. I did so and miraculously the bone had gone.
I did the same last night and thankfully it worked again.
Just a sore throat now this morning.
Darned fish bones. They are sneaky little fellas.
I found something to cheer me up during all the doom and gloom.
I may be a little late to this one but have only just read about it. According to the BBC here ...
The Turnip Prize award, organised by a Somerset pub, is given to the person who has "created something they perceive to be crap art using the least amount of effort possible". Winners of the competition receive a turnip attached to a wooden base.
Some of the current entries.....