Thursday, March 24, 2011

Someone has been prowling round my dining-room.   I should maybe set this in context by explaining that I buy a massive amount of food, including tasty snacks, on a Friday night.  But the occupants of Testosterone Manor then devour all the tasty snacks, immediately, unless I hide them.  However, last night "someone" did some research and helpfully left labels for his brother to find. Right.  Luckily, he's not a very good detective, though.