I’ve gone on strike because I’m completely fucked off with catering every bloody night. The adult DC have gone - I wanted to cook for them but it was a bit of an overhead ( I’ve done my 20 years!) - and so obviously I’m going to not cook now unless I feel like it. DH has just cooked the emergency ‘fresh’ ravioli and sauce and seems to think he’s turned water into wine . I’m
Refusing to kiss his feet in gratitude.