
It's usual residing place was next to my Kenwood mixer on my baking work surface. We found it on the windowsill. In their drunken haze, for they must have been drunk to have taken my washing up liquid, they must have taken it thinking it was something else. The cold Southern softie winter must have knocked some sense into them and they must have come to the realisation that it'll be a long time before anyone would start selling gold foil wrapped wacky baccy hash in Waitrose.
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