Friday, October 28, 2005

 

Last night

Last night I dreamt of buying marmite sweets in a bottle of veuve clique. The old lady behind the counter told me at 67 pounds per bottle, I couldn't afford it. The bottle only had 3 sweets in it floating in some black winey/marmitey gloop.

I think I might be craving marmite. There is no bread in the house (still). I think that the anti-Atkins rant may have backfired and I'm secretly back on the diet. Pah!

I'll just have to go to Joe's gourmet sandwich shop and see what a 3 quid butty tastes like.

Tea deficit stands at:
IIIII IIIII III
This is due to the observance of half-term holidays by the BPD.

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