I've just dropped my breakfast on my kitchen floor. So now I not only have porrige stuck to the floor, the drawers and the bench, but there are broken
shards of Denby "Greenwich" all over the place, and my finger is bleeding. I managed to shout out sheeeeeear instead of sh*t since the girls are in
the back room, and now i am so pissed at myself I'd rather tell you about while I calm down before I clean it up!
(That's a sort of lie, I have already picked up the broken shards and clumps of porridge, hence the bleeding finger. (which is from the shards, not the clumps...))
(That's a sort of lie, I have already picked up the broken shards and clumps of porridge, hence the bleeding finger. (which is from the shards, not the clumps...))
That's what happens when you multi-task! 
