Cat lovers, please look away now. Read no further. A friend of a friend down from Newcastle is a raconteur. He keeps parrots. He doesn't like cats, "pussies" he calls them. " I shoot them," he says. A friend of his can't find his cat. "Did you shoot my cat?" he says. "What colour is it?" "Black and white." " No I didn't shoot a black and white cat." But he is not believed. A new cat, pure white, is acquired. Six weeks later the black and white cat turns up. He's back, says the owner. Will you shoot him for me.
Quiche Loraine for lunch. Half a pint of double cream. Short crust pastry. Three egg yolks and one whole egg. Strips of streaky bacon. A few salad leaves. A light meal for four. A taste of Alsace.