This is Adam who is, as far as I’m aware, my first-born child. Isn’t he handsome
He and I were talking one day and he said to me, “Dad, I can’t believe I used to think you were a good cook”.
Cheeky little shit!
He’s a great guy and he’s also a very good cook but, as is typical of youngsters today (yeah, it was typical when I was a youngster too) he forgets that I taught him what he needed to know to meet that qualification.
The thing is, I am a good cook (try out some of my recipes on my recipes page) and he knows it too but he thinks he’s better.
He has a great sense of humour but I wish he’d come up with his own material because he has a tendency to use my stuff. It’s not that I mind it’s just that I worry about what he’ll do when I’m no longer around to carry him.
Adam still lives at home and I’m hoping he’ll do so till he’s too old to move out. He has a youngster called Buddy.
Buddy is a weirdo