When I unwrapped the Mr Kipling Manor House cake that Mr Grumpy had left on the worktop (shame, that!), I saw it grinning at me. I just had to take a photo in case anyone thought it resembled anyone and I could sell it for a fortune.
No, delete that last remark. By the time Mr G fancied a slice, that was literally all that was left: a slice!
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It look(ed) like Johnny Vegas. LOL!
So it does! Don't think I'd have got much for it, then!!!
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