It was in the middle of the night that he managed to free his body. He had spent nearly a week chained to the kitchen making cakes and chocolate which the lady wolfed down with ease.
She went out on Friday night to one of her dos and got plastered.
'Hey ho away we go donkey riding, donkey riding' could be heard as she stumbled through the front door.
He was ordered to make a goodnight cake with lashes of chocolate. Again she scoffed the lot despite having already drowned 15 pints of John Smiths and God knows how many packets of cheese and onion crisps.
She in for a hangover and a half!
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