Mrs the_craig was very kind to me this morning, suggesting I head out on my bike and she'd see to the wee one. How very nice. I never thought any more of it and away I went.
About half way round, my mind started to wander and my tummy began to rumble. And at that moment I remembered I bought bacon and rolls - rolls and bacon with brown sauce and a cup of tea après-ride sounded lovely. Then it struck me.
Bosslady wasn't caring about me, she wanted the bacon to herself!
Aye, when I got home, she had the rolls alright and looked very proud of herself. Denied all knowledge of her plot, with a glint in her eye...
Chapeau, wife! Chapeau!