"We've just received a parcel from Hungary" said the Big Boss in bemusement this morning when he came out to the stables - where I was mucking out the horses prior to a day's Bush Beating with The Bestest Gundog in all The World - at 0815.
"Uh?" I said "Surely the post hasn't arrived already?"
"Nope" he replied "It was delivered by a nice young Hungarian man"
"That's a bit of a coincidence!" I retorted.
"A nice young man, in a van, direct from Hungary.." he spelt out.. (Well - how bright are you first thing in the morning???).
It seems the young man in question delivers all sorts of stuff from Hungary to Great Britain every fortnight. So Mangalitza products direct from a Hungarian Mangalitza producer door-to-door.... Would you believe it?!
He apologised to The Boss for the rather battered box but said it got buried under a lot of other
things in the van and he didn't realise it was Fragile.... Actually, if you look very closely at the writing on the box, I'm more inclined to believe that Somebody, Somewhere-along-the-line just wanted to check that The Nice Young Man wasn't exporting (or importing) illegal cigarettes.... But that's just my view.
Anyway, returning home at the end of an arduous day in the field, my nostrils were overwhelmed by the powerful aroma of Hungarian Smoked Sausages emanating from the house - even before I walked through the door.
What are we going to do with them all? Ahh, well, that's a tale for another day! It's certainly going to be fun tasting them!!!
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