I'm gonna puke!

Tonight I thought I'd 'treat' the twiddlers to something they're gonna really enjoy for tea: HOTDOGS. I hate them. They are one of the most putrid manifestations ever conceived of my mankind. I 'sourced' (spotted on the ASDA shelf) these jumbo 'premium' hotdogs, not made with mechanically recovered meat. They are supposedly a better option but they still stink yet they made the crew smile. And considering mummy is going away for a few days <Terrible mother quote number (i)>  it was the least I could do. 

So to my delicious soup and a roll and then parents evening. I'll soon find out if my brood should really have been given gruel instead! <Terrible mother quote number (ii)> Come to mention it, I'd choose gruel over hotdogs any day of the year!