"Sorry darling..."

I'm still milking every ounce of sympathy out of my dodgy knee.  I played my face a lot for this perk, a fried egg sandwich to munch on while I did my weights and lift physio exercises using a footrest in the lounge - a room where food is usually banned.  My pained expression paid off and MrsDB brought me the sarny.  I took one bight and "furrrt" , it exploded its runny yellow yolk all down my front.  "Baggah".