I Nearly Attacked Hugh, Today!

  Absolutely surreal experience! I've gone into my butchers shop, to get my weekly supply of meat. Hugh's not in there, so I'm just saying hullo to and exchanging a few words with his boy, Pierce.

  With that, the back door opens. Hugh appears and, even as I'm starting to say something to him, about my keeping Pierce busy, Hugh says, loud and clear:

 " How much do ye want for ye Dog? "

  I tell ye what? I've never experienced a feeling quite like that before in my life. And I'll be perfectly happy never to again!

  The shock. Horror. Confusion! Like; Which one of my Dogs in particular am I about to fucking kill ye for, Hugh?!

  I've probably just managed like, " What?!? " My mind just seemed to be shutting down. Readying myself to go all out ballistic, without bollocks like conscious thought getting in the way.

  Then, Hugh's like; " Oh. Sorry. Just wanted to know if ye wanted two bags. Bag and half. What ever. Only, I'd need to go round to the yard and pick some more up. "  

  Fuck me! I felt myself come down like a lift with a broken cable! I laughed my fucking guts out! Hugh twigged what he'd just said and we all had a fucking good laugh about it.

  But, jesus christ! What I wouldn't have paid, for someone to have caught a snap shot of my face, in that moment. It must've been a fucking picture!

 Said right there and then; " That's one for my blog, mate! That's going on there Tonight! "

  Funny thing is? If he'd said " How much do ye want for ye Dogs? " Nothing. I'd just have said, " Bag 'n half, please, mate. "

  It just hit my brain as that someone was suggesting there was a price on any of my individual Dogs. That's fighting talk, right there!  LMAO!