Shattered and refusing to move

off the sofa or cook the dinner.

I walked to down to town then realized there was no way I'd manage geting back up the hill with all my bags so got a very crowned bus back.

Then it was into the kitchen and I spent the next 4.5 hours slaving over a hot stove making chutneys for the charity craft stall on saturday morning.

So I've sent DH out to buy me comfort food lots and lots of very naughty chips swiming in vinegar.

Any one else refusing to cook the dinner and resorting to naughty foods

you deserved a break after all that chutney making Aisles.