Got in close to 11. Everyone asleep. On my side of the bed, on a tissue, half a biscuit, and a note from my partner saying he had insisted it was for my dinner. Ate it standing in the dark. Best meal of the week.
ours saves me the broken bits. apparently I'm the one who likes them. nobody asked me
Looking forward to this stage. At the moment ours offers me a soggy rusk and takes it back the second I reach for it.
My son once kept a toffee for me in his school bag for a whole week, when he was about four. It was not really edible by the time it reached me. I ate it anyway ❤
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