Before I came over to KL I asked Ger if I should bring anything in particular. She said the aforementioned Tayto....and a toy for Cullan* their German shepherd.
*This is not a Twilight tribute. His real name is Cuchlainn, but Dave being British didn't go the whole mythological Irish Celtic hero thing, so it was shortened. He just gets his full title when he has done something bad.
That used to strike the fear of God in me when I was addressed by my full moniker by my mother.
When I arrived at their house Cullan went through my cases like a sniffer dog on Anything to Declare......and located the rubber chicken. He immediately imprinted* on me.
*This is a Twilight reference.
Sometimes the chicken ends up in the pool. But of course I can't cope with Cullan whining pitifully at it, so I end up having to stand up and walk over to fish it out.
Oh I hope that's not Dave. This could get awkward!!!
But it was Cullan standing over me expectantly, with the feckin chicken in his mouth!
All I'll say is
The chicken's days are numbered!
He won't be rescued today!