I have the right unreasonable hump and am having a teenage strop. Today is the fist Sunday in history that my parents have not 'played along' with the "what are you having for dinner?" which means "can i come?" How dare they want a sunday dinner in peace! [laugh}
So, what shall i have,
- Fry up
- Chinese Takeaway
- Sandwhich
- Biscuits
- Nothing
You decide (oh, and what are you having?)