Sausage saviour, that’s me folks
A neighbour of mine recently implored me to help save the Irish sausage. I assured him I would, and invited him in to explain himself further.
Once in the kitchen, he opened a new packet of sausages which he had brought to the house. Then after a quick search of the kitchen, he located a frying pan and soon he was cooking up five or six glorious sausages for me, which I ate with relish.





