The cookie cutters became moulds, as this hateful mess refused to go anywhere I wanted in it’s entirety.
“That’d be wrong wouldn’t it? Eating a lolly after telling them to wait?”
I’ll have to get some shopping in before I get scurvy.
I never was very good at relaxing…
Where I am right now is where I need to be right now, but it’s not where I will stay.
I buy a return ticket. The taxpayer is now £79 worse off. I wonder if the teller had accidently included the previous traveller’s ticket in my price but say nothing.
At some point I will either eat or throw away that ginger thing…