Now I am not one to moan but ..... Just walked into the garden where hubby is tending a bonfire - took him a cup of tea (I am baking a cake plus sorting out dinner for tonight so maybe not dressed to the nines) and he said "Thanks love, I see you're not wearing a bra". Not as unusual as you might think as an opening gambit from my husband and as I was wearing 2 thick tops (frosty here this morning) I just said "Wow how can you tell" to which he replied "They're a bit droopy" followed by a huge smile - can he really not tell the difference between a compliment and an insult. Me and my droopy boobs sloped back inside where I proceeded to add arsenic to the icing (OK not really, but in my head) - ain't love grand.
Is there such a thing as delicious ready meals?