Three French, two Japanese, a Scot and a woofy

So it was the boy's Japan gig last weekend, and as such we had a whole host of performers staying, including French and Japanese types, so I decided to prepare a light lunch of the very British ploughmans.

Cooper enjoyed the meaty leftovers and although they were quiet on the matter, the French seemed willing to try the British cheeses and even tucked into some pork pie & pickled onions.

The next morning I followed up with a hangover busting (or generating, depending on how delicate you're feeling) full English Breakfast. Except I guess it wasn't as it included tattie scones (at the boy's insistence). They scoffed the lot with only a few black pudding leftovers being passed down to the awaiting mutt.