Jane has written the words
and nailed them to the mast
The first word is at the start
The final word is the last.
“I’m going to pickle some beef.”
He looked at her incredulously. “Pickled beef?”
“Yes. In salting and pickling beef and other scrumptious delights, I’m going to make my fortune. It’s my new business idea.”
“Are you going Bodmin?” he asked, eyeing her quizzically.
It was his turn to be on the receiving end of an incredulous look. “No. Why would I go to Bodmin when I can nip round the corner to Morrison’s and get all the ingredients?”
She shook her head, gave him another incredulous look for good measure, and with a loud huff, stuck her nose into her ‘new’ Mrs Beeton’s Everyday Cookery book.
He chuckled to himself – God forbid she should see him laughing at her! She was always having hair-brained ideas about how she was going to make her fortune. But, pickled beef? Who ate pickled beef in this day and age?
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