Feeling proud of myself

Husband wanted fish and chips (proper chip shop ones) for dinner last night. I went and fetched them for him - he had cunningly had a drink and showered thereby ensuring that I had to go out - but had beans on granary toast myself!

Confession: I did eat maybe ten - or perhaps a few more - chips from his plate. And they were especially yummy. Whether that is because they were forbidden fruit or because the chip shop has
new owners - Fernando's - who knows. But I know I ended up singing Abba all evening.