Thursday, 13 December 2012

Day 234

Goose having been ordered, Mrs Payne in quite frenzy in shop yesterday.  As such fridge now positively crammed full of cheeses, pastries and such, including some pork pies, with rude girl's samples having done their trick.  Begged Mrs Payne's pardon, where might we be putting goose when it arrives next week?  At this Mrs Payne said accusingly,
"I haven't got the faintest idea where you're putting it!"

Grumbled rather over breakfast, with other half quite in agreement regards lack of space for goose.  Mrs Payne left fridge gaping open as surveyed room for goose.  After several minutes of moving items, uttering as such "if we just move .. no .. how about moving .. and this goes .." Mrs Payne came to realisation, gasping with this endeavour,
"I say, there's not an inch of room!  We'll just have to eat the lot!"

Opening packet of pork pies, Mrs Payne promptly offered them around.  Said thought of pork pie for breakfast quite revolting, would jolly well have toast as normal.  Most dismayed as popped toaster down only to find not a glimmer of red glow.  Seeing this as ate pork pie, Mrs Payne explained had toasted crumpet yesterday, got ever so stuck.  By the by, would not recommend poking with butter knife in future, toaster got "a bit sparky".
Other half most shocked at this, said with fright,
"Mother!"  Mrs Payne most unconcerned, explained knife had bone handle, quite safe.  Sat down most annoyed at sabotaged toaster and found not a crumb of cereal.  Mrs Payne presently held up packet, saying brightly,
"Pork pie?"

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