What delightful people! Immediately, even before The Rents got their yellowy-browny looking water with bubbles, a large metal goblet of finest H2O was presented to me for dégustation. I must admit to swallowing and not spitting. Then! The beautiful blond handmaiden came out with, wait for it, a sausage! For me! The Rents have had me on this spartan health-food diet, previously mentioned, so there was some looks exchanged but, as usual, my charm won them over. I’ve reached the apogee – sausage in Helsingør and streaky bacon in Notting Hill. It can’t get better than this. Life will always be different PS – post-sausage.
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