Ramblings on genetics and getting the raw deal

My Dad is a chef. Before they moved and bought the pub, my Dad was considered one of the top chefs in London. My Dad trained a new generation of top London and TV chefs.

Then there’s me, who is surprised to find that it hurts when I stick my finger into my food to see if it’s cooked or not.

Of all the shit things genetics did give me, I can't get that fucking gene?

*edit* and that was just toasting crumpets...

Perfect

Title: Perfect
Author: jooles34
Characters: Ianto, Gwen mainly, some Owen and Tosh
Rating: PG
Prompt: Written for tw_unpaired prompt 74: Gwen has to bail Ianto out of jail. Circumstances are up to you.
Discalaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood
AN: Set between seasons 1 and 2
Beta: Huge thanks to  lisa725 for picking up my stupid mistakes and turning this around so quickly.

 

( Gwen stood and hovered by the door with her hand resting on the catch, but not quite able to flip it open.  )

Four Primeval drabbles

Another four drabbles for primeval100 's 200 challenge to take me up to a round 30.

For all:
Fandom: Primeval
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.

( Drabbles be here... )