Lamb (sic) Kebab RIP

Last night, for hopefully the last time, I ate a Lamb (sic) Kebab.

This morning I feel even more dull witted than usual, as if I ever thought it possible? I’m blaming the Kebab because my stomach tells me so.

So, into the kitchen bin of life goes ‘Doner-meat and chips’ along with its processed chums ‘Garlic Mayo’ and ‘Sweet Chilli sauce’. Yeuk!

Let them rot in peace on the land-fill tip of eternity. In life it never had any nourishment value, in composted death it might give a Seagull (I call them ‘Tip-gulls’) even more to belly ache about.