Please remind me not to eat 2/3 of the dish of cauliflower cheese just because Mr J is working late. And he doesn't eat cauliflower cheese anyway. So I've eaten 1/3 too many and will have to stay up for another 4 hours for it to digest!
My ideal meal when Mr J is out? Tuna Mornay! Just thinking about all the things I don't make anymore because he doesn't eat it: mornay, tuna patties, grilled chops... everything my 70s childhood existed on!
However he does adore my roasts, shepherd's pie, schnitzel and pasta, so he can't be all bad!
(Yes, we aren't very posh nosh!)
Could someone please remind me not to take on any 'homework'? I've done some transcription, newsletters, generally ill-advised publication work. I've been sitting on some pretty straight-forward certificates for an educational association, for about - oh, I don't know - six weeks? And have neatly glided to the deadline and got it done. Oh please tell me next time to say no. The money doesn't warrant the angst.