The oven is full of sizzling sausages to be pronged on sticks for the Offsprogs' joint 18th and 21st party tomorrow.
I am fascinated by sausages, which I very rarely eat. They are a Beano and Dandy joke food studded in a huge pile of mash to be consumed by Deperate Dan .
I can't remember what else I said I'd make. Cheese straws, perhaps.
Now they are altogether nicer things.
Fresh from the oven and in volume, the sausages came out rustling, whirring and chirruping like a little jungle full of birds and small invertebrates, a perfect foley folly.
I rushed for my phone to record them but by the time I got back, they had reverted to sizzling.