Now that we are over Bregante’s unfortunate cake based demise I was so pleased this morning with my own work top repair based escape from the jaws of a violent and messy death bollocking that I very nearly said something to the Wife along the lines of “Look…look! I dropped something really heavy and pointy right there yesterday… RIGHT THERE and I managed to sort it out without you noticing. You didn’t even ask why I was pouring boiling water from the kettle directly onto the work top… YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK. The big dent that you didn’t know about has gone because I’m soooo bloody fantastic and clever. Ha!”
Luckily I managed to stop myself.
A bloke would understand and even marvel at my awesomeness. My wife wouldn’t.
Ferrals… steer clear of the home made cake for a while.