Chop Chop

Don't know when I'd be back there again, so I thought I might as well go have my chop. Chicken chop, that is. A proper one, not the sorry excuse of a piece of chook I had the other day.

Yes, I crossed the road. No waiting for the chicken to do it.

Alright, alright. I know. I really should watch what I eat. Well, then. Why don't we all watch what I ate?



P/S: Two hours back in the valley and already I've bought two fluffy cushions from Ikea. Back with a vengeance? You bet!