Kentucky fried chicken

Having spent more of the afternoon in the car than I had anticipated, and having collected Gwilym from the teens group, and having a hunger that could eat a horse (a dangerous thing to confess in France...) and having an empty house to come back to - Pat and Catrin being out, we stopped off at Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way home. My first KFC in France.

It reminded me of my first KFC ever - which was in Deeside in about 1991. One of the chaps in the church suggested we eat KFC for lunch and I took to it like a chicken takes to Colonel Sanders' special blend of 'erbs and spices.

French KFC is very good.

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