Schnitzel. Chips. Peas.
Get in.
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Schnitzel. Chips. Peas.
Get in.
:hehe: If it's any consolation i leave the kitchen in a ****ing mess. I am incapable of taking a spoon and putting something like flour in a bowl without making a disaster.
And nothing more annoying than realising I am missing an ingredient like icing sugar so I have to drive to the supermarket mid baking.
I could, couldn't I? Particularly as there are cold roast potatoes in the fridge that could be put to use (fück knows why she keeps them - you can't reheat a roast potato, ffs!). I could even add a bit of the gravy into the hash for added flavour. Egg on top. Blinding.
Nah nah making a sword etc. Oh no my sword hasn't set. etc.
Speaking of Ironmongers there is one in Camden that always has ladders outside. I was thinking if the shopkeeper goes out every morning to hang them up and then takes them back in in the evening. Seems a fuss if it's raining.
Oh yes, and he has the most incredible combover.
Stand by. I shall seek him out.
Here we go.
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