For future reference, pouring milk over somewhat stale garlic bread and then baking it does not result in magically refreshed garlic bread. Some culinary adventures are doomed before they start.
In other news, we have pregnant Mollies! Whilst I suspect the babies will be eaten, if anyone fancies going on Molly-watch and rescuing them, they're very welcome.
Two girls all hooked up, both grumbling about it. I'm tempted to move them into a bedroom together and let them get on with it. Of course, that would mean I'd have a spare room... It would also mean our latest DFG was wasted money (removing one of the walls in Mog's timy bedroom so we can fit bed and wheelchair in at the same time), so perhaps not the best plan.
Excuse me; I need to find something to replace the garlicky custard.