Bring me my cheesy poofs

There's not much I like better for dinner than a big bowl of cheesy poofs (Cartman style) and a glass of claret. Well, providing you've just been cooked a lovely venison steak by a man who fixed the heating :)

Ok, so technically it wasn't Mr B who fixed the heating. The plumber fixed the heating. Actually that's not true either. The plumber arrived, said the pump was bust, wiggled a screwdriver around inside it a bit, fused all our electrics and headed off into the gloom saying he'd order us a new pump. An hour later the radiators were roasting and the house of B is a very smiley house again.