…at finding this is in my Scotch Broth:

A £5 voucher for Heinz products. That’s £1 per centimeter of mutton gristle. Fair play to them 😆

Fingers crossed your voucher gets you more products containing gristly interpretations of Mediterranean Islands.

You could be in the money here!

And the STW collective would get a neat geography lesson.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what are you going to spend it on?

perhaps? Or maybe….

or just stock up….

Did it come with a hand written note from The Man himself?

Here’s a blast from the past….

Quite fancy trying those again. Hmmmmm

Thanks for the photo, that’s clean put me off my lunch and I now feel in desperate need for some form of compensation for my fear of possibly never being able to eat again.

As well as a £5 voucher, they promised to investigate my complaint at factory level. A fiver and a witch hunt – bargain!

Discipline at Heinz is both swift and brutal.

You’ll find a chunk of night shift worker (not a euphemism) in it next week.

My missus got eff all for having no caramel in her wispa caramel gold or whatever it was she complained to nestle about.

Two letters back thanking her for her help and telling her how much time and effort went into developing that line of products.

SHE WAS GUTTED. 😆

Although Karma stepped in yesterday.

I bought a festive chicken fiesta from McDonald’s. When I got home and tucked in, I realised their was no “bottom” to the roll it came in!
Fingers on bread at the top but in direct contact with chicken underneath. I must admit I spent about 15 seconds looking for it around my immediate position. I stopped of short of checking the footwells of my car 😮

I stopped of short of checking the footwells of my car

It’s probably still there, festering… evolving…

a trip to Heinz field perhaps . . .

Or wigan…