Egg soup.

On leaving school back in the '60's I got a job with a fencing contractor out in the backblocks, who assured me he'd supply the tucker. The first morning he slung a billy of water over the fire and proceeded to boil two eggs. After three minutes he put them on his plate and proceeded to eat them, observing the querying look on my face he nodded towards the billy and said "The egg soup's all yours".

Cheers,
Geoff.

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Originally Posted by Boringgeoff

On leaving school back in the '60's I got a job with a fencing contractor out in the backblocks, who assured me he'd supply the tucker. The first morning he slung a billy of water over the fire and proceeded to boil two eggs. After three minutes he put them on his plate and proceeded to eat them, observing the querying look on my face he nodded towards the billy and said "The egg soup's all yours".

Cheers,
Geoff.

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Geoff

Did your contractor end up with egg soup on his face? As a school leaver back then perhaps not. :)

Regards
Paul

No Paul, after four years of boarding school, I took that behavior in my stride, chucked a handful of tea leaves in the "egg soup" and had a calming cuppa.

Cheers,
Geoff.