Not always George's fault ... but mostly

So I am sitting in the study and I hear a strange crunching noise from the hall. I go to investigate. George is eating a shell.

A day or so later I am once more at my desk and I hear a strange noise. 'George! What are you eating now?'

I go to check and find him sleeping peacefully.

The noise is coming from the kitchen. It is my chops on fire under the grill.

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At the start of the walk.

Later.