Romantic meal for two.
After all the work Albert had been doing lately guarding the cup and putting Sally in hospital with the allergic reaction to the flowers, Albert thought it would be good if he cooked her a meal. He began flicking through the cook books, which was a task and a half, as they were so thick and heavy. Albert was lucky not to get trapped beneath them!
When he finally found the recipe for one of his favourite pasta dishes, he set off to work. As the pasta jar was so tall, Albert couldn't reach in to get any out. So he began rocking the jar. Side to side it went until it came crashing down. The lid went shooting off like a frisbee and almost took Albert's arm off.
Albert managed to finish off the rest of the dinner without anything else going wrong. He set the table up, and lit some candles to set the mood. Dinner time came and went, but there was no Sally. Where was she? Albert didn't realise that Sally was working late tonight, and by the time she got in, all the food was cold and the candles were burnt out. It was a nice thought she told him, but check what time I finish work next time.
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