The Spouse is going through a porridge phase at the moment, thanks to the fact that it's cold and he needs the valuable food fuel it provides. I loathe porridge (I was dairy-free as a child and am used to lovely dry food) but loathe even more the detritus he leaves behind - the gloopy, wallpaper paste muck I have to clear from the pan, the bowl and the spoon. It's all one big grey YUK of nasty stuff.
Today I went out and about then had to go and post a parcel. On the way out of the Post Office I felt a sudden longing for something sweet so bought a dozen Jaffa Cakes for one whole pound (and no, not from Poundworld). I have eaten six and hidden the rest because he does not have a sweet tooth. Neither do I but needs must - I think it's a girlie thing.
So which do you prefer?
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben