She did it again,’ I said, as soon as I got home on Tuesday night. ‘She didn’t,’ my husband Jake replied.
‘She did,’ I said, as I walked into the kitchen and saw that Jake was slicing some mushrooms. ‘Have you washed them?’
Jake nodded. ‘Of course I have.’
‘Oh good, but shouldn’t you be slicing them thinner?’ I asked, having seen the recipe book he was using.
‘No, I shouldn’t.’ Jake turned and proffered me the knife. ‘But you can slice them thinner, if you want.’
‘No, it’s OK,’ I replied. ‘Anyway, as I was saying, she did it again.’
‘She didn’t.’
‘Oh yes, she did,’ I said, failing to see the funny side.
‘And what did she spoil this time?’
‘Some programme I’ve never even heard of,’ I…