I asked Mum why I was never a brownie like my sister had been, and she told me t was because I’d never asked. Funny how at a young age when you’re brought up with ‘When so and so was your age………’ that you expect to be a younger but carbon copy of them.
Then there’s that thing, the spatula. OK so it’s a cooking utensil, used for turning or serving eggs in/from the pan, but it makes a great fly swatter if you get the angle right.
Still, don’t like to make a drama out of a crisis, and I did wash it before I flipped.