But this isn't a post where I reveal all my darkest habits, no, it's about the sausages. Or, to be more accurate, the purchasing of them.
I was in a well known supermarket the other day, at the deli counter, as the girls are fond of the Butcher's sausages (they are notoriously fussy when it comes to meat, rightly so I think). I wanted 9 sausages, but there were only 4 there.
The young man on the counter said no problem they had more, went to get them, and proceeded to count out my 9. First of all he reverse-fitted a polythene bag over his hand, picked up the 4 and deposited them on the scales. He removed the bag to open the new pack of bangers with some scissors that were lying on the counter. He put the bag back on his hand and picked up the first saussy out of the pack.
Wait... they are all attached in a string! What to do now? Major flummox. Remove bag, pick up scissors and cut off 5 more (individual) sausages. Put all sausages back into the pack, replace bag over hand and pick up the freed 5. Place them on scales with original 4.
Meanwhile I was rocking with laughter at the Health and Safety performance. Poor lad. But he's had the training and it must be seen to be carried out. My Other Butcher, of the family firm type, just grabs the meat and deals with it bare handed and to the best of my knowledge he's not killed anyone yet.
The germs wouldn't stand a chance on my sausages anyway. I like them well done, just a whisker away from charred.