A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Conversations from the kitchen
Tonight we are having chicken. It was frozen. Not being a master of the microwave I told Dad he was in charge of defrosting at which point he disappeared. After some time I decided it was time to cook....the conversation went like this:
Me: where IS the chicken?
Dad: in the washing up bowl.
Er...yes, why did I even ask! There it was, submerged.