Only 2 days ago I had slow-cooked a rather delicious stew - even though I do say so myself - and I had 2 baguettes to warm in the oven so we could eat it with some nice crusty bread. The stew was finishing off nicely and I was sat at the dining table sorting some paperwork. The baguettes were, so I thought, on the worktop ready to go in the oven 5 minutes before we were due to eat. My daughter had been playing with her HappyLand toys, or so I thought, in the lounge.
Next thing I hear her running full pelt across the laminate floor of the hall and into the kitchen whizzing past me at record speed saying "Hello Mummy" and then as I turn around she's running towards me to go back out of the kitchen shouting "Bye Bye Mummy" whilst laughing. At this point I realise she has something in her hand. A baguette! I grab her before she darts away and I manage to remove the food item from her tiny clutches. She giggles and says "Bye Bye Mummy" again and she runs off back to the lounge.
I walk back into the kitchen to put the baguette back on the work top with its partner and as I do I suddenly realise that I'm down a baguette. I look around the kitchen work surfaces wondering if I've put it somewhere else, I even check the fridge (I seem to have developed a weird habit of putting random objects in our fridge) but nothing.
Then it dawns on me. I dash into the lounge and this is what greets me...
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| Butter wouldn't melt |
