'Mmm, chicken pie, mash and green beans for tea tonight' I mused as I was stuck in traffic. So, in the door, I whacked on the oven and changed into something more comfortable. A few minutes later, and I thought 'my dinner smells just luuurvely cooking away there...'. Until I realised I hadn't put the pie in the oven, nor peeled the pots. Dammit! here's a bit of a leftover from last night, the last Yorkshire pud which none of us could finish...lurking in the oven just waiting for some numpty to switch it on without looking.

Still, I didn't burn the pie or the spuds :o)