Toast!
May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil realises you are dead!*
What
kind of chump doesn't keep any bread in the house? All I want in the world is
some toast, and yet my dinner options are baked salmon (a bit much at 10.30pm)
or muesli and yogurt (deeply uninspiring but the winner by default). Ahh, the
minutiae of life!
Hope
your evenings have been less lacking in baked goods,
x
*
This is a saying that Bam, Fran, Kate, Morven and I found on a wooden plaque
when we were young and carefree and travelling round America. It took us a full
week to realise it meant 'toast' in the raising a glass sense. Not in the
warming of bread sense. Until this epiphany we were deeply confused by the
juxtaposition but bought the plaque anyway. I think it is in the cupboard in
Kirk Street these days.
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