Browsing the blog archives for February, 2015
Browsing the blog archives for February, 2015
“Simon and I have been thinking. We think it’s time you moved in with one of us. You can still have your independence and bring your televisions with you, we just really think it’s time. What if you’d put your trousers in the oven, dad?”
Never thought I’d live to see the day that the egg was no longer visible on that griddle pan. One 24-pack of scouring pads and eight hours later and — kerching! — good as new.
*WALKS TO LOCAL CHINESE TAKEAWAY IN A MASSIVE SULK WHILE MUTTERING “BLOODY FAKE YOGURT” UNDER BREATH*