"How was your day?"
"Fine."
The usual.
"By the way, Mum, I got bored, and I felt like making something."
The "something" was a tiramisu cake. From scratch.
In my wide-eyed amazement, I scanned the kitchen - hang on a minute - the washing up's done as well.....So they say nothing good comes from boredom? I respectfully disagree...
