18/06/2026
It looks like they’re having fun in Fradley (there are three episodes in the story so far)
The Great Sausage Emergency
The bell above the door of Smith & Ellis Family Butchers jingled cheerfully at exactly 8:01 a.m.
“Right,” said Mike, the butcher, tying his apron. “Let’s have a quiet day today.” Hediye pointed out that Mike’s name was embroidered wrong on his apron.
That’s an omen he muttered.
The universe heard this and immediately decided otherwise.
At 8:03, Mrs Jenkins marched in.
“I need twenty-four pork sausages.”
“No problem,” said Mike.
“But they must all be exactly the same length.”
Mike paused.
“To the millimetre.”
Mike looked at Hediye.
Hediye looked at the sausages.
The sausages looked back.
“We’ll do our best,” Mike said.
Mrs Jenkins narrowed her eyes.
“I’ve got a ruler.”
She produced one from her handbag.
The day had begun.
By 9:00 a.m. the shop was packed.
Mr Thompson wanted a chicken “large enough to intimidate the neighbours.”
A fitness enthusiast from the gym next door demanded the leanest steak in Britain.
A customer spent ten minutes debating whether six rashers of bacon was too many rashers of bacon.
Meanwhile Hediye was attempting to arrange sausages in the display cabinet.
Unfortunately, Hediye had recently watched a documentary about architecture and had decided to build “Sausage Tower.”
The structure reached three levels before collapsing spectacularly.
One rogue Cumberland sausage rolled across the floor and came to rest against the shoe of a small child.
“Mummy!” shouted the child.
“The sausage has chosen me!”
The mother took photographs.
The child named it Trevor.
By lunchtime things became even stranger.
Lichfield radio station was running a competition called “Guess the Weight of the Giant Gammon.”
The giant gammon happened to be sitting in Smith & Ellis’s window.
Dozens of people entered the shop solely to stare at it.
One man walked around it three times and whispered, “Magnificent.”
Another asked if it had won any awards.
A third wanted to know if it was available for weddings.
Then disaster struck. The card machine stopped working.
A queue immediately formed.
As every retailer knows, there is nothing that attracts customers to a queue faster than another queue.
People joined without knowing what they were waiting for.
One customer thought free samples were being handed out.
Another assumed a celebrity was inside.
Within minutes a rumour spread through the village that a famous television chef was visiting.
The queue doubled.
Mike looked out of the window.
“Why are there forty people outside?”
Hediye shrugged.
“Marketing?”
The card machine eventually restarted.
The queue disappeared.
The television chef never arrived.
But three people bought steaks anyway.
At 3:30 p.m., a customer rushed in looking panicked.
“I need emergency sausages!”
Mike blinked.
“Emergency sausages?”
“Yes! My barbecue starts in an hour and my dog has eaten everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“Even the burgers?”
“Especially the burgers.”
Mike assembled a rescue package of sausages, burgers and chicken kebabs.
The grateful customer called him a hero.
Hediye asked whether emergency sausages should become an official service.
Mike said absolutely not.
The final challenge arrived five minutes before closing.
An elderly gentleman entered carrying a photograph.
“I bought a steak here last month.”
“Lovely,” said Mike.
“I’d like another one exactly like it.”
He placed the photograph on the counter.
It was a picture of a cooked steak on a plate.
Mike stared at the image.
The customer stared back.
After a long silence, Mike leaned over and said, “I think that’s Trevor’s dad.”
The customer laughed so hard he nearly fell over.
Mike laughed.
Hediye laughed.
Even Mrs Jenkins, who had returned to verify sausage lengths, laughed.
As the shutters came down at the end of the day, Mike looked around the shop.
The counters were empty.
The floor was clean.
The giant gammon remained unsold but highly respected.
And somewhere in town, a child was probably introducing Trevor the sausage to new friends.
“Quiet day, then?” asked Hediye.
Mike looked at her.
The ruler-wielding customer.
The emergency sausages.
The celebrity rumour.
The giant gammon.
The sausage tower.
“No,” he said.
“But it was a normal day in a butcher’s shop.”
And somehow, they both agreed that was exactly what made it wonderful.
