He doesn’t call scrambled eggs an ommelette

My neck is rediculously sore. My best friend is my heat pack.
And so whilst I’m incapacitated, my lovely boyfriend made me scrambled eggs.

And made the plate look all pretty for me. It was meant to be an omelette, but J didn’t quite separate the eggs properly so it became scrambled eggs.
It had cheese, German sausage, and eggs. It probably had more to it but I wasn’t involved in the cooking process.

Thanks baby, it was delicious.





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