It was last night, but never mind.
Shortly before the end of a fairly long zoom session upstairs, where we were watching a niece’s ‘defence’ (so called) of her PhD thesis, I nipped down to turn the oven on to heat up for dinner. (Young’s frozen scampi).
Of course I’d forgotten that the remains of last night’s apple sponge pudding had been shoved in said oven, and pungent burnt smells were wafting around the kitchen.
It was very charred around the edges but dh did salvage and eat what could be saved.
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.






