Anyway, as Mr.R stood waiting to be saw the butcher had lamb ribs, in the meat counter, not on his person - that would be weird, so Mr.R bought some ribs for us to nibble on.
In the evening Mr.R bunged the lamb ribs in the oven to roast, no sauce, just plain and simple, and seriously tasty.
As the ribs were finger food, we decided to munch them sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.
We were closely watched by Barley, who seemed most unimpressed that we were gnawing on the bones, making mmm sounds, and licking our fingers while he had no ribs to eat.
We're not cruel, we did save a morsel for Barley which he swallowed so fast I doubt it even touched the sides.
Ribs!
Do you love 'em?
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