Saturday, 14 July 2007

My problem

We'd eaten a barbeque with the children and, as a treat, we had a chocolate fudge cake for dessert. The children are now in bed.

So we're sat watching telly...well Dave's watching, I'm blogging.

I say "Do you fancy some more of that chocolate cake?"

Dave says "You see that's your problem. I mean the booze isn't your problem, it's the chocolate cake that's your problem."

I'm thinking "What problem?"

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