We sat on the swings the other day, me and a kid, idling away time and talking about unimportant things whilst the rest of the team run around getting things ready for us to go to the firepit hut.
After a long moment of silence, whilst the sun shone and the world stood still for a peaceful moment, the kid announced:
‘I like to call sausages ‘meat poles’’
And just like that, we erupted into laughter. Properly delicious belly laughter, the kind I had never heard him do and I hadn’t had in a while.
I hereby declare that sausages shall forever be known as meat poles.