I guarantee there are worse ways to start the day but personally I think that fishing a carrier bag out of the loo is up there with most of them. Why she chose to empty the bathroom bin and use that instead of the loo roll which was on the wall next to her where it has been for nigh on 30 years is beyond me.
At this rate I'll be penning an ode of gratitude to the latex glove.
Another day, another accusation. I think she's a bit bored with being housebound and is constantly asking me to ring people up. So somehow not being able to get hold of anyone suddenly became 'I know you don't love me' and all the other nonsense that comes out at times like this. Today I am struggling with it all and finding it a major effort not to be resentful and surly and absolutely must not think about saying goodbye to the children last Thursday.
I am, however, a culinary genius *cough*. The pork dish for tomorrow smells fab (currently in the bottom oven of the Aga), so will post a recipe if it works out ok. The tiramisu isn't looking quite so fab and may have to be served with straws. But hey, it'll still taste ok. It flipping should do with that amount of Tia Maria in it.