What shall we have for tea, my love?

I don’t fancy the chippy an it’s not fridey night anyway.

I ad beans on toast for brekkie

Which wer very nice, by the way

Love to love your brekkie.

 

How ‘bout a chinky-poo, my love?

And yeah, I know we were at the buffet the other day

But it’ well nice, well tasty and...

Ok, we don’t ‘ave the do, reh, me.

 

Oh, oh, oh, my little Pot Noodle!

Dint Dave and Gabs invite us over?

No need to cook

Take a Ben & Jerry’s over

And Bobs’s your uncle, my love.

 

Can’t do that either. Shit.

How can this be so hard?

It’s only bloody tea

Bloody?

What about steak?

The Crown & Kettle a doin’ a deal.

It’s two for fifteen quid and...

I know! I Know! I know!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

 

The Hollybush carvery.

Three quid fifty for a juicy bita meat

And all the veg you can eat.

Ahhhhhh, bisto.

Let’s do it, my love.

Let’s have that for tea.