Since the return of the mum, our fridge has been festively filled up. No more dregs of vegetables here and there, nor dozens of milk, juice and condiment bottles with just a few drops left. As I strategically organised our fridge with this morning's groceries, I literally yelped with excitement at the gastronomical possibilities.
My first mission was natural yoghurt with peach slices, followed by brainstorming ideas for tomorrow's sandwich. When it comes to food, I am ever prepared; perpetually planning the next meal.
Since yesterday morning, the mum has thrice commented on the robustness of my face.
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Yes, your face can take quite a bit of abuse can't it?
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