The Biscuit Supremacy

I'm happy to report we have survived a crisis in our household this evening. Paul brought home some cute little Scottie-dog-shaped shortbread biscuits the other day, and tonight I decided to open the packet, grabbed a handful and popped the rest in Paul's biscuit tin - WITH HIS DIGESTIVE BISCUITS. So go on, tell me how many of you knew that this was a terrible breach of biscuit etiquette? You should have seen Paul's look of horror and disgust. HOW COULD I NOT KNOW SHORTBREAD MAKES DIGESTIVES GO SOGGY?

So now the wee shorties are decanted safely into an empty tin of Quality Street and Paul has gone to have a nice relaxing bath to recover from the trauma.