Mum had not had a great day yesterday. Of course she's going to have some pretty low days, but mostly she's doing great. She and Steve both love lasagne, I don't mind it but maybe don't cook it often enough. Anyway, I decided to cook one and take it there for lunch for the three of us. Last night I left the mince out to defrost, Steve accidentally left the kitchen door open, and yes you've guessed it, fecking Junior ate loads of it! I cried yesterday, emotions are running high, but of course today I see the funny side of it.
Oh and when I shouted "I hope you get the shits Junior," I did really mean it at the time!
