Apparently, the below* is to save me from constantly wiping wet hands on the back of my jeans, which according to George is a particularly annoying habit, and from burning my hands on the oven using our old threadbare teatowels to
|*also proving I need a new knife, preferably one with a complete tip|
However, I was a little more excited about the present that just happened to find its way into the shopping trolley. No idea how. Must be a mystery admirer.
|Guess what this is for...?|
Don't blame me, please. I may be a foodie but I can't help being the daughter of a an English teacher.