You know how I was cooking up the contents of the fridge? It all went wrong. I dropped dinner. As it was going in the oven. What a mess - juicy pasta bake upside down, running into the oven drawer below. Lots of swearing. And a typical girl urge of wanting to cry - having just spent an hour preparing the damn thing. And we were so hungry. It was tasting darn good too - bacon, cabbage, garlic, mushroom, fresh tomato, oregano, parsley, spring onion...And I've missed most of Hugh. Herumph.
Pizza has been ordered online and is due imminently. Gutted.