When Cheeses Lets You Down

So there we were, discussing cheeses, as you do, when the KHT announced
"I am very disappointed!"
"Why?"
"Well you know I ate some Welsh Goats Cheese the other day?"
"Yes. Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, it was fine, but I thought it would turn me Welsh, and it didn't?"
"How did you expect to change to be Welsh?"
"You know, have a Welsh accent
and wear big puffed-out skirts and tall hats...
Wait, what clothes do Welsh people wear?"
"Normal ones"
"Well, I heard of a book 'You are what you eat, so I thought If I ate Welsh Goats Cheese it would turn me Welsh."
"You didn't think it would turn you into a goat?"
Apparently not. No if's or buts, then...

Other good news, Thanks to our trip to Malvern on Monday, which ended at Waitrose, Charlie Bingham was responsible for our evening Gastronomic delight, thanks to the reduced section in Waitrose....
In case you can't read the writing.
Husband "My three favourite things: steak, ale and pie."
Wife "And I'm supposed to be happy with fourth place?"
If this conversation happened in our house I would be the one very happy with beef, ale & pie, and my husband would be asking if he was supposed to be happy with fourth place...

It's the way we roll.