Custard

I'd heated a bowl of custard to pour over some apricot crumble mum had made for me. It's my ak time favourite. I took my eyes off it for seconds.

As I took the crumble out of the oven and turned to pick up the custard George was just finishing it off. I was livid. He was unapologetic. Just laid down in his bed licking the last drops off his paw.

He was lucky I managed not to scream at him. I was lucky he didn't ralph it all back up later on.