Anyone who knows me, knows I tend to get a tad peckish cometh the late hour...........talk about sequence of events, I lie not, this house has the smallest kitchen, so small Thea couldnt spin round in it without breaking her nails. Steak Burgers in the fridge I remembered, I,ll cook both, save one and share the other with the dog so in the frying pan they went. Some time later the smoke alarm goes off, I open the dining room door and cant see a thing so open the patio doors then go and rescue the burgers. A little trimming, gave the dog the burnt bits, then the imagination kicks in. Onions, mushrooms n fresh toms in the fridge, a few cans nice n cold, watch footy or boxing on live streaming and make a night of it. Somehow, I then managed to get my shorts caught on the door where we store our pots, pans, baking tins etc. and the lot came tumbling out with such a noise the dog crapped her knickers and legged it. Made my butty and shouted Maisey, she appeared like a drowned rat. Id left the patio doors open and now my dining room is flooded.............. Is it just me ???????????
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 23:49:17 +0000
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