On a minibreak with the small children.
Everything comes with fries.
For the umpteenth time the one year old cannot be parted from a chip in each hand, regardless of whether they were on his plate or not.
His "main" sadly untouched. He won't eat it if there's a chip in sight.
I'm wasting my paltry holiday budget here aren't I!
How I am only now realising that they are about as yummy as polystyrene chips and equally as nutritious.
Maybe it was a batch of old cooking oil but I feel a bit funny... I want a divorce from french fries.
I'll take sandwiches next time!