It really bugs me when Tash always says 'bless him' 'bless her'
Bearing in mind that his late mum probably made a trifle exactly the same way that everybody else makes one.
My boyfriend is in charge of shepherds pie in our house, simply because he’s copying the way his mum did it when he lived at home.
Potatoes, minced beef, diced onion, gravy, bless him.
Fuck off. It’s a universal recipe for a very common dish. I can’t quite envision hubby crying over his trifle.