Hello kitchen people.
A funny story about front doors. When younger son was a toddler he cried a lot and it was difficult to get him to sleep. One cold and frosty day he was grizzling so I packed him in his pushchair and prepared to take him for a walk round the village. The door was stuck so I kicked it. My foot went right though the large glass panel. Glass everywhere and a freezing cold breeze. So, I went for the walk and when I got back an hour later OH had found a spare piece of wood and made a temporary repair,
Sleep š¤ tight,
š¹FGTS2s and Soops.
My latest thought on President Trump
"I know there are people worse off then me"


. I push the trolley for support but I couldnāt read labels today so let MrB collect the odds and ends of shopping. Hope everyone has a peaceful evening TOYA.