Balls!
Typical. Just get home from food shopping so fridge and freezer is full for the first time in weeks. First pizza is in the oven, so Adam can eat whilst I finish unpacking, get changed, all that jazz. Then the oven makes a soft popping sound and goes silent. Silence is not in the nature of our oven, which rattles, grumbles and complains its way through cooking. Much like me. Lights are all off. It's dead, folks.
Luckily the one pizza that was in it was pretty much done, but it won't go far between the two of us. So Adam's been noble and gone to get a burger from IndoChef. I blame him entirely as he offered to cook this week, and I reckon he sabotaged the oven to get out of it. Now to see how long it takes the landlords to fix it...
Beans on toast for the foreseeable future, then.
Luckily the one pizza that was in it was pretty much done, but it won't go far between the two of us. So Adam's been noble and gone to get a burger from IndoChef. I blame him entirely as he offered to cook this week, and I reckon he sabotaged the oven to get out of it. Now to see how long it takes the landlords to fix it...
Beans on toast for the foreseeable future, then.