On a break from DIY, I made coffee and gave Mr L a pineapple tart (which is the kind of gunk he loves). H ewent to remove it from its foil, whereupon he fumbled it… thetart described a graceful parabola through the air, coming to land with a splosh in the mug of coffee. It looked kind of indecent sitting there, all pointy and wet. Once I had ceased laughing, I had to grab a shot.
Pineapple Tart (backblip)
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