Oh Dave xxxx

After successfully completing the introduction to The Essay, I know it’s 11.30am – you can’t rush these things – I am hungry.  I just opened the fridge door to a god almighty stink and was a little bit excited at the thought of a cleaning job to distract me from my writing.  But then I realized what it was, Dave had made me Tuna salad for my lunch, bless.  I couldn’t see it immediately as it was hidden under the two trays of mini-pizza bases he had whipped up for The Shore Party tonight while I was at the gym this morning.  How do you people live without a Dave like mine?  Seriously,  the man is amazing.

 

 

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