Owt for nowt

We had an enjoyable outing this evening to the town theatre, where the BBC was recording for its series, The Kitchen Cabinet.  Given that the venue was Disgustedville, one good question was ‘what disgusts you when you’re offered it to eat?’ or words to that effect.  Various predictable pet yucks, like fried eggs with globs of uncooked egg white, lamb chops with fat that hasn’t been rendered to crisp.  The questioner was asked what disgusted him: ‘gooseberries!’.  One of the panellists responded: ‘When there’s tripe in the world, how can you say gooseberries?’  Tempted to agree: I loathe former and like latter.  Since we were there as unpaid extras to provide audience noises, tickets were free.  It goes on air on 26 August, but all you’ll hear from us is the applause.

We have had our fortnightly visit from Ben and Duncan, so the grass is impeccably edged (Duncan’s specialism) and the compost bin is emptied and the ground cleared (despite Ben’s protestations that we save up the nastiest jobs for him).  And we have at least three people willing to take the bin away and put it to better use than we have.  I’ve never quite mastered the art.