Someone's only gone and nicked the bloody fridge. And for students to use. And not even proper students: SUMMER STUDENTS!!. I ask you...
I feel physically okay. But emotionally ill. I'd developed great plans in my mind for that fridge. Skimmed milk for skinny cappuccinos (now that I'd worked out what "skinny" coffees meant), a wine store, and potentially lashing it to my back as I cycled around My Island.
Feckers.
We'll get it back after the summer. Which'll be shag-all use to me as I'll be gone by then.
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