It might have been a Queen’s birthday for some, but I spent my long weekend cutting into chocolate Kugelhupfs hoping that my birthday miracle would finally appear.
But it didn’t.
The TV and every other horizontal surface still needed dusting, the dishes still glared with their crusty stares, and the growing pile of dirty clothes almost matched the damp ones out on the line.
Maybe the knife had cut through to the plate?
I think should order another two just in case.
Ms fingers-crossed M.
