It’s rare Saturday morning. Last night, rather than just having some chinese food, a bottle of Rioja, and hitting the hay, I washed all the dishes before going to bed. What a pleasure it was waking up this morning and going downstairs to a clean kitchen on a Saturday morning. Usually every weekend starts with sink full of dishes and a blitz around the kitchen, but not this week. No, this week I can get stuck into some constructive procrastination (oxymoron alert!!!) listening to people waste police time.
What are we protecting you from, the wrong cheeseburger?
This blog doesn’t believe there is such thing as the wrong cheeseburger.
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a revolting pic, aaron.
not when I am having my breakfast.