Then my OH decided it was about time we checked out our last uneaten Crown Prince from last autumn which was resting in a plastic tray to see whether it was too dried out for try roasting some of it for lunch. As he picked it up the damned thing exploded in his face emitting the foulest smell ever and drenching him in unspeakable smelling liquid.
Another mystery solved and at least we won't have to clear out the garage!
The funny thing is that the outer skin still looked a nice shiny blue/green colour when I checked it a few days ago. The volcano was obviously simmering underneath and inside and building up to a nice inferno. Reminded me rather of reports of what happened to Henry 8th's corpse after he died
