We're both ill at the moment with colds (me much so more then him), I am also pregnant so can't take anything so feeling pretty miserable.
Really bad yesterday, and tbh haven't fancied eating for a few days now so just put a couple of jacket potatoes in the oven for tea. When he got home, asked what's for dinner, I said potatoes are in the oven, lots of fillings in the fridge. His answer what the fuck am I supposed to do with a Jacket Potato.
How do you get to nearly 40 and have no idea what to do with one, grrrrr