Well, we’re still at work and it’s now 10 to 8.  I really don’t feel like cooking tonight but unfortunately it’s my turn.  I’ve started being extra nice to Lord Levy in the hope that he’ll suggest a chippy tea.  I think he’s on to me because his reply was, “Go home, get that pan cleaned and make my tea”. God, I’d forgotten about the pan.

Right, best dash.  The pan that doesn’t fit in the dishwasher and icy glares from the cats beckon.