Oh WOW!

You quite categorically ROCK! Thanks for taking the time to do that, I am genuinely very grateful.

After my pancreas exploded, broke in half and fell on to the pavement in front of me slight exaggeration... I started to drool at billboards advertising burgers, fried chicken, steak despite the fact I hadn't touched meat in 13ish years.

Even though I could not prepare meat, and was viscerally repulsed by it... I eventually caved and became what I can only describe as extremely carnivorous, early last year. As someone who has been to a good half dozen Morrissey concerts over the last 10 or so years, this has been confusing, distressing and more than a little disappointing.

I am told this is quite normal for someone who has had the health journey I have. Why am I telling you all this stuff you never asked to hear??? Well firstly, because I am me and words exist to be used, even when that use is compulsive and often, non voluntary.

Secondly because my daughter is home for a few days from Manchester soon, we are in the North East and these would be a cool thing to cook for her as she is extremely non carnivorous and also because I am aiming to scale down (and maybe eradicate) the meatzzz again and I thought they looked pretty damn appealing.

I think perhaps you are right about my ability to re-engage with short stories again right now, perhaps Dostoevsky is a more fitting role model for me at the moment...

Thank you 😎