Travelling back from Sainsburys I kept the daffodils with the health & safety gone mad label on my lap. Husband laughed, 'Don't you trust me to pack them in the boot with rest of the shopping?'
We got home, he opened the back door of the car and the carton of one dozen eggs fell out onto the floor.
With 4 of the 8 broken eggs I decided to make a custard tart - but I didn't have the right fat so the pastry's not very good and, as you can see, the texture isn't right either. I think I put the eggs into the milk while it was still too warm. Ah well, you can't make a custard without breaking eggs - or something like that.