Having retreated from the world for the last week (i've been in a kind of flare), today i found myself like a butterfly (as I like to think of it) emerging from a chrysalis. I got dressed (looking good if i do say so myself), put on make-up for the first time this week and came downstairs, I decided i was a little hungary so i ventured into the fridge...................Green fur growing on all of the veggies in the fridge draw, bread so staile i could have used it as a pomice stone (uhh), open tins of rank smelling days old soups and tuna, in disgust i chucked it all in the bin and turned to try the cupboard, a bag of furry carrots and sprouting green potatoes awaited me!! I could hear my mum's voice saying to me "bad kitchen management Ella"....hence i went to Costa's for brekkie
I am married, i do not live alone, there is another who is responsible and for the most part i class Andy as a modern man........I am sorry if there are some men out there who would have maintained our fridge/cupboards but why did he not feel that the situation was grosse??
Happy Thursday Everyone