Jim the electrician kindly volunteered for the daily trip to the bakers. I received my lunch in a paper bag marked 'Jas. McLaren & Son Established 1893 Forfar'. The Forfar Bridie is a regional junk food peculiar to the locale. This 19th century invention is independently claimed by at least two bakers. Some people describe the Bridie as "a pus filled bag of pastry" or as "instant indigestion", however this is somewhat harsh. George the plumber opted for a more familiar national dish; a polystyrene box containing sausage, egg and chips. Being of slight build he could only manage half of it, then offered the remainder to me. I didn't want to "see good food wasted", to coin one of Mother's phrases.
McDonalds on the way back offers standard fare that unlike the Forfar Bridie has proliferated the world as the international junk food. I munch away observing the birdlife in the car park. A sub species of the Blackbird, the McBlackbird, slightly heavier than our common or garden variety, and, like the New Zealand Kiwi completely flightless. Its song is identical apart from an additional trill at the end of each phrase which goes '........I'm lovin' it". Then over there a large breeding pair of McHouse Sparrows (passer domesticus mcflurryensis)...
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