Puddings

He entered the hallway to the delicious aroma of fresh baking, smiling to himself as he bent to remove his boots and discarded them carelessly, caring nothing for the dark marks he left on the freshly cleaned cream carpet.
entering the kitchen he smiled at the sight of his wife and bent down to kiss her plump, warm cheek, patting her on the rear.
"What you makin' Chubs?" he asked, to which she simpered, his favourite of course, what else? after admonishing her not to get stuck in herself or she would never get the weight off would she? he wandered into the living room to read the paper.
his wife smiled, thinking of the little blue bottle with its skull and crossbow warning and thought that no, she would not be having a slice of this pie, but her darling husband was more than welcome to eat his full....