Oh dear when that has brought back another oily memory. When I was about 13 we had a kitchen that could not be described as "fitted" by any stretch of the imagination. There was a shelf which ran right round the room, well above head height. My Dad, trying to be helpful had done the same as your MiL and put the chip pan up there, still full of oil. Mum reached up to pull it down and tipped the whole lot over herself. I never heard my Mum swear before that or after it - but she did that day!
Getting Married… and My Brain Won’t Stop Overthinking
Good Morning Tuesday 1st September 2026



Off to watch tennis with a
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We all went in my car as DH had crashed his. 

