Chapter 44 - Loop The Loop - Soup

East Ham College where I studied English, Litch, Litr, Err English stuff

I remember how my mum slung chicken bones into a saucepan of boiling water and stunk the kitchen out for hours. It was a sure sign soup was on the menu. It tasted vile and was as watery as an eye with conjunctivitis. Back to the original meaning.

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