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[lady_t_220]

Got home and found the kitchen full of smoke. Looked at the boywonder, who was naturally engrossed in a book, and told him whatever it was he was cooking it was probably burned.
Transpires he was murdering some sausage rolls. He hooked them out and they were kind of chocolate brown and rock hard.
I made a face and, just to be contrary and self-richeous, he insisted they were fine. He even left me a few to prove it.
I whacked them against the worktop a few times, discovered the pastry shattered like glass and the meaty filling was a little on the crunchy side and prompty fed them to the dog.

Thankfully she's not picky.

So anyway, the boywonder's gone off to visit Chris for the day, Sarah went back home this morning, the rents are out at a race event thing till after dinner and it looks like I'm all on my ownsome... Lonely and unloved, I tell ya...

And bored... mind numbingly, crushingly bored...

*sniffs*

And I didn't even get invited to the Wallace BBQ or anything. *pouts*
Miserable sods...