I do like a good muffin. Just ask Hubby, he is often to be found in the queue at Greggs, yelling “can I have a squeeze of your muffins love, the missus likes em moist”. Today at Greggs they had a very tantalising display of the Lemon & Poppy seed variety. Since it’s Friday Hubby and I decided we would treat ourselves, and before anyone asks, No, I will not be making a full and frank confession at Fat Fighters on Tuesday. You get lines for that sort of behaviour. So we purchased two of these fine fancies drooling in anticipation of a nice cup of tea to go with when we got home. On the way back we had to nip into the local supermarket for a gallon of baby oil and 2 dozen laxatives. We’re having a party. (don’t ask). When we got back into the van we were greeted by Dawg, (who had somehow managed to squeeze his 8 stone frame through the seats into the front) There he sat with a look of supreme innocence on his furry little fizog. He had a Greggs bag hanging from one ear, crumbs dusted amongst his whiskers and a definite lemony air about him. “What have you done?” Hubby asked in his I’m not messing about voice. Dawg, wagged a a little nervously and then gave Hubby a look of complete distain, as if to say “What? – it was muffin to do with me”! On the bright side, I won’t have to worry about the calories. It’s a Doggone shame nonetheless.