- Contributed by听
- nottinghamcsv
- People in story:听
- Raymond Webb
- Location of story:听
- Italy
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A4307735
- Contributed on:听
- 30 June 2005
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I went with knife, fork, plate and mug to get my Christmas dinner. I鈥檓 thinking on the way: 鈥淲ill it be turkey or beef?鈥
I sat at the table and it was beef 鈥 and then a funny thing happened 鈥 the meat started to slowly move.
With my fork I gently lifted the offending object and removed it!
To my surprise a number of large grubs were doing the transporting, I complained. The meal was returned; I presumed it had been washed before being returned to me!
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