Today's funny story is a true one. We got home last night from our first day in the hire car (to Dijon and back via - you guessed it - IKEA) and DJ began making a lovely vegetarian pie. Pretty soon it became apparent to her that the pie would take WAY TOO LONG, and that the troops were approaching starvation. So we hooked into the remains of Ally's last evening's spaghetti and meatballs - YUM!
Anyhow, the funny bit came when Old Groomby was cleaning up after the meal, as is his wont, and HE ATE ALL THE CARMELISED ONIONS DJ HAD CAREFULLY COOKED FOR THE PIE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE FRYPAN!
How's that for funny? Just arks Dear Jude!
[Can I just say how difficult it is to write malapropisms with predictive text?]
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