When I was young, my parents insisted I had a fried breakfast, which I hated. Eventually, I had the bright idea of hiding the fried bread under my dressing table whenever they weren’t looking. It was fine until my pet dog smelt it and started going mental in front of the dressing table and my secret was out. I was in SO much trouble!
That was about 65 years ago and I still never have cooked breakfasts, just cereal and/or toast!
Another assassination attempt on Donald Trump



if there was anything else I'm certainly not owning up.now!
