Millsy She’s God level, Millsy. No chance I’m humiliating anyone who can bang out a khao suey and Kerala mutton stew like she can. Yorkshire puddings are tricky little bastards, but I’m sure she can handle it.
If I’m being honest, I’ve been extra sweet because the wife snapped at her when she tried to give unsolicited baby advice last week. Something about the diapers which I wasn’t paying attention to. Missus wasn’t having any of it, had to remind her she can’t bite the hand that feeds.
