The new sofa which my landlord promised would be delivered on Friday was not forthcoming, nor did it arrive at the weekend.
However, something arrived in my flat today.
This is my sofa. Or what remains of it. It is shit. Yes, you’ll joke and chortle at the Leeds cushions, but underneath these is a sofa bed which is falling to bits. A sofa which would probably break your spine if you were to sit on it for a prolonged period. For over 3 months, I have been waiting for my landlord to get me a new one. I have been promised a replacement this week. So far, one has not been forthcoming. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt (again) and assume it’ll turn up tomorrow. If I wasn’t for the fact I’m probably moving into another flat in the upcoming weeks/months, I would be rather annoyed…
There has been a lot in the news these past few months about horse meat in burgers. Let’s be honest, those burgers were probably shite. They wouldn’t be your M&S Wine and Dine burgers, or even your Birds Eye rubbish. Nope, this would be your bottom of the abattoir floor variety, where everything from ears to hooves found their way in. A bit of horse meat in the mix would be the least of my worries. I would be more concerned about a biting into some minced bull’s bollock.
I don’t eat burgers. Except for those posh ones so I’m OK. Oh, and McDonalds, and the occasional one at football, so I am probably alright, assuming Billericay Town source their meat from a reputable source, and not the mortuary of a donkey sanctuary.
I did eat some food yesterday however which was contaminated. While nibbling on some raisins and peanuts at work, in between running in my wheel, like a hamster; I bit into something very hard. Upon spitting the hard object out, onto my desk and keyboard, I noticed it was a pebble. A fucking pebble! A bit of rock, from God knows where, had found its way into my rabbit food. I think next time I’ll avoid the healthy stuff and stick to a Snickers and bag of pork scratchings.
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