Monday Morning Sausage Stand-off, Mary Is Behaving Herself for Now, and Nana Bambi Returns to Work.
Ah, Monday morning. You already know the drill: the unmistakable scent of food wafting through the air, and, like a rat up a drainpipe, Matthew was on the scene faster than you could say “crispy bits.” (Settle down, you lot. We’re talking bacon. Minds out of the gutter, please.) Honestly, the way that man can […]

