battle for the buns
Perhaps I was a bit premature with the melting snow post.
Thomas has been buried alive.
I’ve cunningly avoided yet another Gym subscription nightmare by resorting to digging out the Wendy House garden path.
After 24 hours of snow, 30cm in my back garden, the local shops are suffering from depleted stocks. People who when stranded at home must have a steady supply of toast, ideally spread with marmite, are buying thier bread. No new deliveries. You do the maths…
Will I have to compromise the purity of my toast by taking my marmite on toasted teacakes? Tonight I’m planning to pop around my perky, yet elderly, neighbour’s house to…
…and snow stories in front of a glowing fireplace – even more toastie!
then I’ll take their food order round to the corner shop where I’ll
battle for some buns.