Is it the karma police at work ? You tell me.
After serious unacknowledged rib injury of DJ from wife, wife is struck down with dodgy chicken sandwich food poisoning.
When I arrived home from work last night, the house was like the Mary Celeste - nobody around - nothing going on. Tash surfaced only to tell me of her woe. After which I ordered her back to bed, made myself a tomato salad, poured myself a glass of wine and turned on the Liverpool game to see them get stuffed by Florence.
This morning with Chicken Sandwich Girl still unavailable for selection, I have for the last hour been experiencing a full on Three Men and A Baby incompetence fest...
Noah seems to be able to do most of this himself though - bless him.
Right, time for the tricky stuff - mashed banana anyone ?