Sometimes the best part of the night is coming home, scrunching your hair up, throwing on your boyfriend's giant fluffy dressing gown and deciding to cook cheese toast...
"Nightmare. We're out of cheddar"
"We need fooood" I cry.
"Dairylea or Babybel?" slurs C.
"Dairylea and Babybel!"
I'm so overjoyed with the prospect of cheese toast filling a drunk void in my stomach that I fail to realise that this was in fact, a terrible idea.
Folks, stick to cheddar.