I can't get to the pub to observe.
 

So I walked into my kitchen and turned on the cooker, went to the cupboard and pulled out a pan, filled it with water and added some salt then put it on the cooker at number nine.


Then I turned and pulled out a bag of potatoes and pulled out 4 and placed them in the sink, I then went to the cutlery drawer and opened it..shoved some things about looking for the potatoe peeler..I found it.

So I then went back to the sink and began peeling potatoes.peeled them all.

Added them to the now boiling pot.

Then I carefully drained all the water out of the sink and removed the peelings onto some kitchen roll before putting them all out into the bin..I opened the door first though.

Came back in, checked the potatoes before walking back to my living to my phone, and tibb.

In 10.minutes I'm going to put my lemon soul with breadcrumbs to the oven.

Not 4 spuds for one man.

A greedy gannet?

A hungry horse who has been working all day.

Not you risking coronavirus to fix someone's telly.

Funnily enough ebay is flying atm so only selling and delivering.

**** sake...

There's boiling water everywhere.

Oh well I better wipe it up.

That means turning round, walking a bit and collecting the tea towel..firstly I turned the temp down and left them off the hob, not to stop them boiling, just so I can wipe off.

Job done..

Then I walked over to my already warmly hot oven avoiding the steam from the pan of potatoes as I bend gingerly with the fish..obviously I remembered the blast of heat from the oven. So red faced, I place the fuss into the oven, shut the door, stand up sharply and sigh a sigh of relief..wipey sweaty face from the oven heat with the still burning tea towel..

Walk back to my phone and tibb...

Peas in 15 mins.