Apple pie

in the non american pie sense, seeing as I don’t have a willy.

We made apple pie! Kirsty and I. And that rhymes. It took hours to do and it leaked all over the oven but who gives, it tasted amaaaaazing. And we made 2 baby ones for each of us and they were yummy. I was in charge of the pastry (failed) while Kirsty was in charge of the appley bit. I have to say that she did a cracking job. Then I mowed the lawn and managed to consume River’s (dog) toy, which leapt out of the mower and made a fantastic PING sound, then accidentally put my foot on the lever that empties all the grass out, making a huge mess on the lawn. Kirsty cleaned it up and decided I should be supervised next time I use such a large machine.