A Square Meal?

As I was leaving for work this morning, the fair Euphemia gently bellowed from her 'somnolent posture', "beefburgers for tea, buy rolls."

Now these are the Rolls Royce of the burger world, made by our local butcher from better meat than most supermarket steaks, but I summoned-up my courage, braced my self for the hideous backlash, and replied, "No, Oh Light of my life, not tonight it's not. I thought I would buy a haggis.

I heard the bedsprings squeal with malice as She (Oh She Who Must in All Things...) turned over saying "Well buy me a roll, cos I'm..mmm..wfffl...."

As I take this photograph, Euphling (who is starting to take after his mother a bit too closely for comfort!) managed to fill his voice with derision to shout, "A DINNERBLIP???" Bless him.