There they were, still warm, buttery and herby, just waiting to be enveloped in a fluffy roll with some lemon and mayo while I pretended to wash up....and he calls them in from playing to say "This is too nice to let it go completely cold - would you like to eat it while you're playing? You could do with some more meat on your bones, both of you"
And the little beasts did, a piece each, they've just eaten for Britain, where did they find the room?
I hate enforced selflessness. I had room for them.....feel very hard done by now. Grrr.