It’s 2am, and that bit of your brain that never has the best ideas says, “I will go to bed, but first I’m going to devour one of them leftover dumplings like a giant, doughy Malteser”.
It’s 2am, and that bit of your brain that never has the best ideas says, “I will go to bed, but first I’m going to devour one of them leftover dumplings like a giant, doughy Malteser”.
