So, I'm heading towards the downstairs loo as my husband comes out of it.
'There's no loo paper in there' he says as he walks towards the kitchen.
'Well, why aren't you going upstairs to get some more?' I say.
'I didn't use it up'
'Fine!' I mutter under my breath as I go upstairs to get some, 'You wait, I'll be closing my eyes and thinking of Richard Armitage later'.
I made a gorgeous chocolate cake too, for which no one has said thank you.
Devil's Food Cake from Nigella Lawson's Kitchen. With raspberries from my garden.
'Devil's food cake? Will I go to hell?' said younger son nervously.
'Only if you eat it all'.
The frosting took a lot longer to firm up than the specified hour. More like two hours.
Thank you me for that lovely cake.
Luckily I also have a plentiful supply of elderflower cordial
To which I am adding plenty of prosecco.
Nigella calls it prozacco and I'm beginning to see her point.