| Posted by Lou | The time is 12.42pm here in London UK |
This is an action point for that universal pet peeve of going to make a lovely cup of tea... and realising you don't have any milk.
Or! Rolling out of bed on a Saturday morning and deciding to make some lovely spontaneous crepes... and realising you don't have any milk.
Both of these have happened to me in the last 12 hours and what did I do dear readers? Did I cry? Curse the universe?
No, I did not.
I opened my freezer and got out the little ice-cube bag that I keep filled with little blocks of milk, and I lived happily ever after.