I scream

Having slaved over a wicked spag bol this evening, I treated myself to the remains of the Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream tub. Did you hear that Monty? Ben and Jerry’s. Nowhere on the packaging does it say Ben and Monty’s. So how is it that when I came to put my spoon in to winkle out another piece of doughy deliciousness I found my cutlery’s passage barred by your humfing great greyhound head shoved inside the carton licking for all you’re worth? And you got the last yummy dough piece. All this after Susie half-inched my white Magnum the other day. What next, your own personal 99 at the beach? Actually, I think we may have already done that but A and I nicked the Flakes....