I'm going to be in very very deep shit when Mrs G gets home., very.
I felt ropey so went for a little lie down, whilst young G jnr decided to make the tea.
15 minutes later I heard tremendous crashing banging and shouting.
Went down and he's only stuffed everything in one big pan, including the uncooked spaghetti, and warmed it up until it burnt.
She's going to absolutely bloody steaming livid. Always here her going on about this beautiful expensive pan that she's so proud of.
For once, I am actually shittin' meself, and that doesn't happen very often over marital matters...if ever, until now
Tried to scrape the remnants out of Mrs G's best (apparently according to mini moose) but now burnt pan with a knife. I've only gone and wrecked all the non stick stuff in it, and there's burnt food and bits of raw spaghetti all over the kitchen.
Not a good evening at Growler Towers.
