I add the milk, place the lasagne. Staff nosh, hopefully enjoyable. Labour of love!
Crucially, Agnes will taste delicious cream, a soupcon of nutmeg (….make that a handful…).
Oh please, stop moaning: "Big Doddie’s work again? Baked cardboard!"
Agnes looking down. I know every freckle. Lifting her fork! Beautiful rose lips. Eyes raised, she mouths ‘Not bad.’
The recipe for love? A fantastic one-liner? Bold Ted: "Try: 'Every morsel makes you shine, Morning-Star bright!'"
God! She’s standing, walking to me. All eyes on her. Kisses me! "Thank you, Doddie, I shine for you, like the Morning Star!"
Crucially, Agnes will taste delicious cream, a soupcon of nutmeg (….make that a handful…).
Oh please, stop moaning: "Big Doddie’s work again? Baked cardboard!"
Agnes looking down. I know every freckle. Lifting her fork! Beautiful rose lips. Eyes raised, she mouths ‘Not bad.’
The recipe for love? A fantastic one-liner? Bold Ted: "Try: 'Every morsel makes you shine, Morning-Star bright!'"
God! She’s standing, walking to me. All eyes on her. Kisses me! "Thank you, Doddie, I shine for you, like the Morning Star!"
