*Facepalm*
Dec. 21st, 2008 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Brilliant. 4 days before Christmas, our PS3 has decided it can't read any disks.
The main Christmas prezzie I've asked for is a PS3 Game.
:(
Never mind. Mum and Stepdad are down this weekend on the Santa Run, and Vi's loving it. Me and Ma cooked a massive toad in the hole yesterday and she's treating us all to a chicken dinner tonight. Yum! Plus, I have finally baked all the cakes, with one left over for us.
There has been a slight hitch, however. When I bought the apricot jam for the glaze, Hubs asked if he could have some for his toast. 'Sure', said I, 'but please don't eat too much or get any crumbs in before I do the baking - I need about half a jar for the cakes.'
I get the jam jar out of the fridge today.
There is a tiny, crumby scraping left at the bottom of the jar.
Even though I told Hubs what the jam was for. Even though I have been baking for three days in a row now, and he knew I'd be needing the jam. He could have just bought more, or asked me to buy more, and not just kept schtum about it and let me find out about it when all the shops were shut.
The big, jam-thieving bastard!
Let's just hope that Marmalade works instead.
The main Christmas prezzie I've asked for is a PS3 Game.
:(
Never mind. Mum and Stepdad are down this weekend on the Santa Run, and Vi's loving it. Me and Ma cooked a massive toad in the hole yesterday and she's treating us all to a chicken dinner tonight. Yum! Plus, I have finally baked all the cakes, with one left over for us.
There has been a slight hitch, however. When I bought the apricot jam for the glaze, Hubs asked if he could have some for his toast. 'Sure', said I, 'but please don't eat too much or get any crumbs in before I do the baking - I need about half a jar for the cakes.'
I get the jam jar out of the fridge today.
There is a tiny, crumby scraping left at the bottom of the jar.
Even though I told Hubs what the jam was for. Even though I have been baking for three days in a row now, and he knew I'd be needing the jam. He could have just bought more, or asked me to buy more, and not just kept schtum about it and let me find out about it when all the shops were shut.
The big, jam-thieving bastard!
Let's just hope that Marmalade works instead.