My fabulous father forwarded me a link this morning that may go some way to explain why I'm forced (yes, forced) to whinge about my disappointing lunches. Here it is.
Maybe it's time for me to start making packed lunches after all... But I'm working from home today and the fridge is mere steps away from my desk. (Mind you, there's not much in there apart from some withered spring onions and an old pot of chilli jam.)
The cats are acting strangely today. I fear there may be a mouse behind the sofa. Let's hope not. Last time a cat of mine caught a mouse, I stepped on its still-warm corpse. Yikes.
Just when you thought it safe to go back in the pret your FF spoilt it for you. How unfair is that?
ReplyDelete...and I bet he was brought up on spam, corned beef, pork pies and all that healthy? junk food stuff.
Nah, he was brought up on bread and dripping. And he was lucky!
ReplyDeleteHe WAS lucky. My Dad's family couldn't afford dripping.
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