I don’t have the book.
You’ve got the kipper recipe right there…
I don’t like kippers.
Of course you don’t. You just like kids food from Sweden and no vegetables or anything healthy…yada yada yada…
Yada Yada Yada? Do you have the recipe for that?
Meanwhile in Finland, I sit here immensely enjoying the boomers’ bickering…
Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s a school night.
This isn’t bickering.
It’s flirting.
Oh, you little cheeky…
That must be a British thing then because it doesn’t seem very flirtatious to me.
Maybe you should get a room
Please don’t say “Shouldn’t you be in bed”
You still not in bed?
I will now stay up all night just to be a little, annoying, rebellious kid
You can of course. But then don’t be surprised to find all your moomin toys gone in the morning! I’ll take them to the charity shop. I’m sure there are well behaved little ones who will appreciate them.
I can take you calling my wife worse than another man’s wife.
But I can’t take someone touching my priced Moomin toys!
Nuh-uh! No way! Not happening!
Keep your sticky fingers out, or I’ll make sure you’re eating nothing but soggy broccoli for the remainder of the year!
So basically… Moomin toys > wife
You should be careful no to have MrsColdstream see this…
But I like broccoli. I’ll just turn it into a broccoli & stilton soup
I was wondering why he has on here so much.. /lh /j