I am about to share a deep, dark secret. It’s something I have hidden from the world for years, too ashamed to admit for fear of the reaction of others. But I can hide it no longer. I HATE COOKING.
I’m serious. I hate cooking. With a passion; in fact with the type of passion I normally reserve for chocolate and champagne – or rather the consumption thereof. Let me clarify… (more…)
Oh come on. You have to admit, if nothing else it’s a great title.
Even if I’ve not quite made the transition just yet.
Our washing machine died. Last week.
No, it did not simply break down. Pffft – that would be too simple.