Thread:Julie1959/@comment-27334049-20160519015128/@comment-26422322-20160520020528

A long time ago in a far away place my parents were gifted haggis by their Scottish friends. I can see it now sitting on the wringer washing machine....every time I went by it, I'd give it a poke cos it seemed to grow/expand....I kept asking pesky questions about it....I think my dad may have buried it in the garden. This is back in the early 50s in England. We did not have a fridge....