Easter Sunday

11am

"Daz, can you come and have a sniff of this leg of lamb? I've just unwrapped it and can't wash the smell off my hands"

"It's fine"

11.20am

"Seriously Daz, stick your nose in the oven, there's something wrong with the lamb"

"It smells like raw meat cooking. You're funny about smell you are"

11.40am

"Please, open the oven door, it smells terrible. We'll all die"

(opens oven door)

(sigh) "well, it doesn't smell....normal"


We wrapped the lamb up and transported it to the communal bins on the roof rack. What my eyes lack, my nose makes up for.

As everywhere's closed, we had vegemite sandwiches for dinner. Happy Easter.