I'm getting doolally
A lot on my mind this morning, that's my excuse.
I laid the table for Grumpy's breakfast, galss of port, knife, fork, placemat, put the bread in the toaster ready.
Toasted and buttered the toast, put it on the plate, gave a him a kiss and my normal "hold my breath and enjoy your breakfast".
Completely forgot to get the tin of fish out of the cupboard, so there he his, sat there expectantly
