Zoë Bowyer

I was hopeful that Dave would provide me with a lovely dinner on Friday. No such luck, so we ate battered sausages, chips, beans and onion rings. Oh the indegestion! And the awful farting every time I stood up! Burping too. I will always deny responsibility for any noises that my body makes, ‘It wasn’t me!’. If only we had dogs or kids, I could blame it on them!

Tonight, Dave shall be cooking chilli and I shall be glossing woodwork and varnishing floors.

New pictures here!