"Gosh, I reek", I thought aloud as I poked my head inside my shirt looking for the source of the stench.
You know, it wouldn't kill my husband to let me know he's unwrapped a wedge of Stilton and is bringing it to room temperature in the dining room.
Gosh, I'm glad that odour wasn't me.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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