It is shocking to hear that Belfast Market was teaming with canines yesterday.
Devouring the crumbs that tumbled from the vast Belfast Baps that people were stuffing into their faces as they roamed the stalls.
Worse! One of the partakers of this local delicacy was my own Mothers.
Each of these missiles contains enough calories to fuel a small vehicle for one hundred miles. Mother’s was relatively light just two fried eggs and two sausages in that handful!!!
I may never forgive her! Don’t understand why that huge brute looks so sad!
Blessing #1884-Bun Feast
Booming Banter 