We were having guests for dinner last. I'd sliced the leeks, chopped the bacon rashers (Mr R did this), made up the stock to reheat, weighed out the risotto rice and the lemons were ready to be zested - then they cancelled - by text!
It really was a case of it being unavoidable but, privately I was mad as h*ll.
So I froze the sliced leeks and the chopped bacon, put everything else away and we had egg and chips instead
Just felt I had to have a moan about it!
Mysterious hole - help please!
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Should women have equal pay and opportunities?