Well...I'm sorry to go on about it but I've just ventured outside to pull some carrots for supper and I swear my teeth are chattering...feet are a bit blue actually but then I will insist on wearing flip-flops because it's flaming June...
Then there are those feckin' snails...not pretty snails who live in lovely coloured shells...these are thumping great big snails whose shells are a seriously boring brown...they breed like rabbits and chomp their way through my poor pansies...gnawing at their dear little faces...it's the giddy limit when I pick them up...gingerly...and they stick their heads out and wave their eyes about...'Oooo, hello human'...I act like a big girls blouse and shudder in case a teeny bit of their slimy body happens to touch my fingers and sling them as far as I can into the ditch...
Whoever looked at one and thought it would be delicious boiled up with a bit of garlic...arrange tastefully on a platter and serve up for supper...with some thinly sliced brown bread and butter.
Honestly...when you think about it, wouldn't you have to be seriously hungry to contemplate such an idea...
And they carry all sorts of nasty germs...though I suppose you wouldn't be worrying about salmonella if you were the sort prepared to boil up a saucepan full of snails...