TheLastDodo wrote:Typical southern ponce, rather get ripped off in your hoity toity supermarket than get your hands dirty.
And by dirty I mean covered in the delish juices of mature cheddar cheese and lean smoked bacon, my mouth is watering.
BTW I do it to help out my mum as she's getting on and it's too much for her to do it all by herself now and because I'm s**t hot at it too.
I'll be making bakewells, mince pies, cheese and bacon pastries, then our christmas ham.
Not to sound soft or tarnish my manly,studmuffin persona, but good on you lad. You're a true gent.
I had to care for my Grandad for about 6 months a couple years ago and it was a ballache, especially as he had the telly on at full whack and it was some s**t on so I had to try and read a book in the same room to keep him company. But on this plus side I now have the ability to read a book even if I'm in a hurricane or a rock concert.
Anyroad, point being that it's always worth helping out the ones you love and I have a lot of respect for people who do.