Keeping it Frosty

It's been one of those days when the Wretched One has been disappointed.
She kept telling us the cooker wouldn't arrive, it wouldn't fit, it wouldn't work...she does go on rather.  But she was correctomundo. 
It was dented.

I have gently suggested that she needs to plan for Christmas with the bits of the old cooker that still work and pointed out that sausages would be no problem.

I went for a checkup at the vets and saw a new one called James.  The WO mention that I didn't like it up me, and he completely agreed.  So that was alright.  I have to lose weight.  That is not so alright.