Forward planning is one of my greatest skills, as you might be able to tell from this snippet of conversation from earlier tonight:
“I’ll put some eggs on to boil and then we can have hard-boiled egg sandwiches for lunch tomorrow.”
“OK.”
(Riveting, isn’t it? I could have been a Hollywood scriptwriter.)
The eggs had been in our fridge for a week but were still a few days away from their best-before date. To look at them, though, you’d think they were still fresh; maybe it’s something to do with the feathers.
