Damn it.
I got sent home from work at lunchtime today. Apparently I was just too pathetic to be taken seriously again ![]()
The problem with being sick, and sent home, is that I want to cook things. Nourishing things. Like chicken soup (don’t mock - I make a mean chicken soup!). So I slave away in the kitchen, make a lovely big batch of chicken soup, and when it’s ready to eat I… Don’t want to eat it.
There’s only so much room in my freezer and Moose can’t help eat it because it’s got almonds in it.
Er, anyone want to come round mine for some free, and tasty, soup?


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