DH does the grocery shopping here, on a Saturday morning, before I get up. Last Saturday, he delightedly told me that on Monday we were going to have Liver and bacon for tea. Oh, jolly good, I said and thought no more of it.
Monday rolls round, both been WFH and he’s been banging on about our meal plans ALL DAY. I was upstairs when he started cooking. I heard the door open, and popped my head over the banister “Everything all right?” I said.
“We’re not having liver and bacon for tea.” Oh surprising, as he’d already started prepping when I went upstairs. I asked why not.
”Because I bought FUCKING KIDNEYS!!” He can laugh about it now, as we’ve had lovely steak and kidney for tea tonight, and last night we were out with friends, and there was liver on the menu - with black pudding rather than bacon, but you take what you can get. I was laughing about it from the off. Poor DH, he was right mad with himself.