And welcome to Dandy.
What are you having for dinner in the Dandy household tonight?
I have solved the fried egg problem, by the way. The problem where DH was incapable of frying me a nice soft egg.
Anyway - what I did was this - I went to sleep last night thinking really hard about fried eggs with dippy yolk.
And when I got up I cooked one for myself, with a slice of toast.
I also reprimanded DH for ruining yet another non-stick pan with a Brillo pad. (This may be more annoying than the fried egg thing actually).
Mr. Mhor watched me eat my dippy egg as he ate his porridge.
I firmly believe that he understood, subliminally, how I have felt over the last twenty years, when he has cooked me an egg in a sub-standard way.
Well. I hope so.
We shall find out at the weekend. On Friday I shall visit the emporium of the Robbing Butcher and purchase his ruinously expensive square sausage and Stornoway black pudding.
Then Mr. Mhor can do his thing with the breakfast over the weekend.
I am convinced that he will have understood the fried egg thing by then.
But am I deluding myself?