Beware of men bearing gifts...

You know when you have a family and children, you, sort of, pray for the day when they are old enough to look after themselves, live independently and leave the nest.

One of my Sons has just bought a house and moved out, and a week later, he came back home with a gift for me - the Bombay Bad Boys Flavoured - Pot Noodles...

I really don't know where to start or how to describe this, because even horse shit would taste better than this... So the moral of the story is this, the next time somebody, out of the blue & out of the goodness of their heart, gets me a gift, I think they shouldn't bother, no really, they shouldn't bother - and they should just keep it to themselves, and be selfish and just enjoy it...