Since I was knee high to a grasshopper I have been vegetarian, not extremely so in that I would eat animal fats and other derivatives.... but dead animals, no way. Just wasn't going to go there. I don't have a problem with others eating meat just so long as the animals life has been humane and it's death the same. I'm not a fool, I just know that my views are mine and not those held by the majority and to try and impose them on others by way of nagging or 'whittling on' would be pointless and inappropriate.
However, after almost forty years, circumstances have gradually evolved which have made it harder and harder to adhere too, health issues, practicality for my mother, who insists on always cooking for me, and one or two other things mean that over the last few months I have been 'testing' the occasional piece of what was once fur covered and walking on four legs.
It's been kind of difficult, I have to make quite an effort divert my mind and if I lived on my own I wouldn't entertain it but last night, having dinner at my brothers, there seemed to be something of a worrying development. I almost enjoyed some of this....
I shall blame my brothers corrupting influence! This is not good!...but actually it was, dammit! I need to get a grip again!
