Can you imagine the cutlery drawer you'd have to use for this lot?
I’m so punny I think I just threw up in my mouth. A little. Okay, a lot.
Last night, the Man and I were enjoying a rare spoon. It was comfy, comforting and the closeness put me right to sleep. It was lovely. And I said so. In so many words:
“Sweets, I love when we spoon. I also like when we fork.”
He covered his eyes, groaned and rolled over. So much for spooning. I think I’ll have to revert back to the knifing.