I got to the bottom of a tasty bowl of Covent Garden leek and potato soup when I saw what looked suspiciously like a bit of chicken.  “EEEEEK!” I shrieked, “I’ve got a bit of chicken in my soup, Richy Rich!”  “Uh? That’s outrageous”, replied Richy.  Given that I ain’t knowingly* eaten meat for over 20 years, I thought that was a bit of an understatement.  A lot more tasty swears came into my mind, but given that this blog has a more than healthy smattering of swearsies, I won’t include them here.

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