I live with my husband in Devizes in Wiltshire where I spend my time writing, reading, riding (I am the lucky owner of a beautiful horse, Blue), and keeping up with my four children and an increasing number of small grandchildren (eight so far). I was for many years a nurse and a Relate counsellor. I have taught creative writing both at a local college and a prison, and I review a wide variety of items - including books - for the Amazon Vine programme.I write to death row prisoners in America, being a life-long opponent jof the death penalty. And I spend too much time blogging..
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At least they've survived to triumph over the grave of their nemesis, Bernard Matthews!ReplyDelete
Enough to make me want to have a Christmas goose rather than turkey.ReplyDelete
Except that I've never had goose.
But if it's like duck on a grander scale, it sounds like a bit much.
I believe goose doesn't go very far because there's so much fat. But I don't think you get goose twizzlers, except maybe in Fortnum's or Harrods (posh food shops to you, Nevets).ReplyDelete
Posh enough to carry Snapple?ReplyDelete
And now I've gone and researched what on earth a turkey twizzler is and I have an intense craving for one. Wow. It's like turkey satay in a spiral. Man. That looks good.
Actually not good, Nevets. Not good at all.ReplyDelete
Well, I suppose that helps with the craving, but 'tis a disappointment.ReplyDelete
If you knew what went into a turkey twizzler (I don't) apparently you'd run screaming for the hills. Plus, they probably did for Bernard Matthews.ReplyDelete