I have just poured a huge, steaming hot plateful of homemade spaghetti bolognese on my breast and lap. No, not on purpose (I don't, yet, get my kicks from such stuff). Burns all over me, ouch, ouch. Plus of course bolognese sauce all over my gorgeour handwash-only long cotton skirt and handwash-only merino woollen cardigan. Plus, of course, the sight of it all over me (looking very much like something else than spaghetti bolognese) has definitely put me off spaghetti bolognese for a while.

While I've been upset for my dear clothes and stained carpet, poor Jim apparently is worried over me missing a meal, and has gone to get me my favourite chicken burger.

before & after