A fish and chip story

Fish and chips at the Lake District. The observant of you will have noticed that there is actually a photo of chicken and chips. That was mum’s dinner. I had cod. See also the evil look on my face just before the packages of piping hot yumminess are opened. That is the look of ‘I love fish and chips and I don’t have to feel guilty about it at all because junk food on holidays doesn’t count because it’s unavoidable and now officially sanctioned by mum and dad.’

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