... must have been a picture. "Why?" I hear you asking. Well I'll tell you.
Today Mr Fixit and I went to a carvery for lunch.
I had roast pork, and with it came a piece of crackling. Yummy, I love crackling. Anyway, I saved it till the end, but was really disappointed to find that I could not break it with my knife and fork, and it was too big to eat all in one piece. So Mr Fixit said "put it on my plate then" when I whinged about it. Thinking what a chivalrous gentleman he was to break it up for me, I did just that. Guess what he did? He ate it!!!! I could not believe it.
So that's why I said my face must have been a picture.