Wednesday has got to me.
I sent a text to Lee about his day and whether he wants mash or home-made wedges with our fishcake dinner tonight (always organised/always thinking about food).
To spice things up and make midweek extra special after he said he wanted mash, I replied:
"I'm going to pile your fishcakes on a mountain of mash and drizzle veg all over it"
In a separate text one minute later:
To which Lee (being a good sport) replied:
"Oh man fishcakes, mash potato and frozen veg. Can not think of more erotic food"
4 years together and we're still keeping it real.