what comes around

I have been cooking for the last couple of days and now understand how frustrated Mr McMuffin feels when I roll in an hour after he expected me, complaining about my busy day. I keep turning the oven up, down, taking the food out, putting it back in and so on, just to try and stop the meal turning into burnt slop.

I have also found that I can't remember what his plans are and what time he said he was going to be back home. I find this intensely irritating when it happens to me, but for the life of me I can't remember what he said he was doing tonight. I know what he'll be eating, though.