This is a picture of my pancake. That’s not a euphemism, it’s my actual pancake. The one I was craving and salivating for tonight after lovingly making pancakes for everyone else in the house. The pancake that got burnt because I was distracted for a few minutes trying to find Lego pieces under the kitchen table because 6yo boy just yanked open a Lego packet despite me telling him not to and which I hadn’t got time to play with because I was busy making (burning) pancakes. The pancake that was #notyummy. The pancake that is in the compost bin. The pancake that I’ve put two fingers up to and ordered a Thai take away instead.