Something completely unrelated to cooking, but close to my heart: I really think there should be a watershed for emails with penises in them.
Before 10am seems like a no go for genitalia you’re not already familiar with. There's nothing worse than spitting cornflakes all over your keyboard because the editorial assistant at FHM decides to share the magazine's inbox with you.
Why are people so weird?! I mean whoever sent that email, not Sarah from FHM. I’m used to her penis emails now. I don’t think I’ve ever ‘stumbled’ across some weird grot on the internet and thought it would be a great idea to forward it on to anyone - and definitely not to a whole office full of people I don’t know. And no one believes you found that by accident. I can barely find my own emails, never mind a photo of a man in tights with his one-eyed explorer hanging out.
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