The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

Cooking spag bol last night I ran out of gas… just enough left in the bottle to finish boiling up the spaghetti. No need to panic. So today I load up the cart to go to town. Dog had a meagre day yesterday too, his food ran out on Saturday but I reckoned a day of not getting spoilt might make him a little more appreciative that one fifth of my weekly income currently goes down his cakehole and produces nothing other than maniacal behaviour and a dogpile of doo in the woods although sometimes he saves it for the beach to be sent as his little pseudo sausage gift bobbing over to England in return for the radiation they pass our way from Selafield. Huh? Pick it up? Well I would if I had waders and a net. Yes he poops in the tide!

Anyhow… driving into Ballywalter the sky turned Armageddon black. I parked right outside the shop door so as not to get wetter than necessary. Lifted a box of Bakers ‘goody yummy I’m a spoilt dog’ food and the cat equivalant some rice for me a bunch of bananas at a ridiculous price and yoghurt. Standing at the check out I realised I hadn’t brought the gas empty.. ARG!

I shall have to go back but maybe I’ll make do with the camping stove for tonight. Make a tent in the living room from bedsheets and eat beans direct from the tin.

Posted on Monday, February 27th, 2006 at 3:54 pm.
Tags: Daily Life.
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