Yummmm. Time for a paella.
Ed set up the gas stand and paella dish on a tarpaulin on the terrace, and set to to make us a wonderful tea. The local supermarket does a special rabbit and chicken pack, which is perfect, and he carefully browned, simmered and flavoured everything, as we licked out lips in anticipation.
After an age, we were just thinking of serving it up, when there was a sound in the lane... Max raced across the terrace... knocking everything over... so the paella ended up on the floor.
I managed to keep the dogs off it, but it was beyond saving. We had bacon and egg sandwiches for tea, and the dogs got paella for breakfast and dinner the next day.
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