Just been chucked out of the kitchen due to incompetence and lack of floorspace (or me being a bit bulky and she finds me difficult to swerve). However, have given my approval of the pigs in blankets which passed the taste test. Sorry dear, I thought that's what you meant when you asked me to check them.... and yes, they are cooked. So, I've been banished to the beer store to check that there's enough for the guests, trouble is, every time I count them, there's one less. Anyway, back to the telly via the kitchen. Must remember to pass compliments, if only to keep stress levels down. What, me? Useless Bloke?
