I did something similar when I was 13 (edited as memory returns)Made fudge. It all went OK until I asked my mum what I should tip the mixture into. She was too busy trying to impress some bloke from the Local History Society (hang your head in shame, mother) and when I said 'cookie sheet? Is that like a biscuit tin?', she said 'yes'.
I spent the next week clawing it out. The poor dear's 70 now and still dissolves into hysterics at the slightest mention, the heartless cow.
(I spent the next week clawing it out. The poor dear's 70 now and still dissolves into hysterics at the slightest mention, the heartless cow.
sp3ccylad carries on breathing all the way up to, say,
Wed 8 Oct 2003, 18:27,
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