i used to share a kitchen with a lovely feller named robert stredder who ate garlic as if it were fruit ... there was uproar one sunday morning when i bit into my toast and realized he'd just used my shiny new breadknife to chop his little mountain of garlic
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I remember it well! one of the very few times I've seen you really angry. Have you seen Robert or the old place recently?
sadly, i never went back
Yes i knew that very nice garlic eating man and the Groundwell kitchin. Bye Terry
hullo terry ... thanx for visiting
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