All last week we had rubbish diners so i bought a shed load of food and have spent a lot of the weekend cooking. The meals have been lovely and made from scratch bla bla bla.
But after the faff of buying the food, bringing it home, putting it away, cooking it and getting the timings right etc etc...serving it up...well i cant be faffed, im sick of looking at it by this stage. Dh is the only one who eats whatever is in front of him and hes had a bloody great weekend.
But all i want now is tea and biscuits or toast. All that faff, am not bloody doing it again.