Seemed a hard ride home from work tonight, sustained only by mental images of my lovely wife, our beautiful children, the bowl of leftover crumble that was in the fridge, smothered in proper Cornish ice cream, and maybe that big bar of chocolate that I got for Christmas….
Staggered through the door to find the kids eating the last of the ice cream, my darling wife – who never normally eats crumble – was feeling peckish when she got in from work, and I am apparently a couple of weeks too late if I want to eat my – MY – bar of chocolate
Grrrrr 👿