I spent Tuesday at the Agenda for Later Life Conference in London. Why? Well, one of my clients sells disposable medical instruments so I was there to help them out with their PR, oh the glamour of being a freelancer. I was picked up at 5am, yes that's right, 5am, and returned at 7pm. As I normally work from home this was a shock to the system, made greater by Belle waking up at 1.30am with sore teeth. Stupid evil teeth, hurting my baby, it was as though they knew I wasn't going to get enough sleep that night, grrrr!
Anyway, it was a busy day and I missed Belle like crazy, I'm sure she didn't feel the same, she was having a wonderful time with Nanny K. I returned home just in time for bed, so I got a cuddle in, and off she went. Being the prepared sort of person that I am (ha) I had made a shepherds pie the day before so I wouldn't have to cook. I wasn't too hungry, due to the massive amount of conference biscuits consumed that day, so James heated it up, polished it off and put the dish next to the sink.
I went into the kitchen later in the evening and spotted the dish. The edges were glistening with that crunchy cheese crust that gets stuck to the sides, plus a few little bits of meat, yum, I grabbed the wooden spoon inside the dish, scooped round the edge and promptly shoved the load into my mouth. Hang on a second, that tastes like.... ahhhh WASHING UP LIQUID!!! Yuck Yuck Yuck... as I was retching James came in pointing and laughing like a five year old. After declaring my hatred for him I rushed upstairs to clean my teeth several times. Seriously, if you put washing up liquid in a dish, you then fill it with water, surely! Who just shoves washing up liquid in a dish and leaves it! Who? A man, that's who! ;)
As they say, you should always learn from your mistakes, and my learnings are three fold. 1. Don't ever work a 14 hour day after 4 hours of broken sleep. 2. Stop being such a fatty boom boom, scraping off leftovers is not a good look and 3. Always assume that men, even the wonderful ones, generally only do half a job!
Anyway, it was a busy day and I missed Belle like crazy, I'm sure she didn't feel the same, she was having a wonderful time with Nanny K. I returned home just in time for bed, so I got a cuddle in, and off she went. Being the prepared sort of person that I am (ha) I had made a shepherds pie the day before so I wouldn't have to cook. I wasn't too hungry, due to the massive amount of conference biscuits consumed that day, so James heated it up, polished it off and put the dish next to the sink.
I went into the kitchen later in the evening and spotted the dish. The edges were glistening with that crunchy cheese crust that gets stuck to the sides, plus a few little bits of meat, yum, I grabbed the wooden spoon inside the dish, scooped round the edge and promptly shoved the load into my mouth. Hang on a second, that tastes like.... ahhhh WASHING UP LIQUID!!! Yuck Yuck Yuck... as I was retching James came in pointing and laughing like a five year old. After declaring my hatred for him I rushed upstairs to clean my teeth several times. Seriously, if you put washing up liquid in a dish, you then fill it with water, surely! Who just shoves washing up liquid in a dish and leaves it! Who? A man, that's who! ;)
As they say, you should always learn from your mistakes, and my learnings are three fold. 1. Don't ever work a 14 hour day after 4 hours of broken sleep. 2. Stop being such a fatty boom boom, scraping off leftovers is not a good look and 3. Always assume that men, even the wonderful ones, generally only do half a job!
