A lovely sunny morning, walking over to the donkeys I found a patch of mushrooms, not edible ones unfortunately. I arrived at the donkeys laughing which the donkeys seemed to like.
I was remembering a dinner party when we first arrived here, we had 15 invited guests around the table. I had picked masses of field mushrooms and made a big pan of mushroom soup. Sadly too much chatting and too much drinking and I burnt the soup at the bottom of the pan giving a disinctly odd flavour. All the guests were worried about the wild mushrooms wondering if I really knew what I had picked , added to the unusual taste, no one came back for seconds.
As far a I know no one had ill effects but many round that table have died since... nothing to do with the soup.
It was a joke in our group for many years, that soup.
What would you do without funny memories when there is so much bad news around.
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