Monday, 6 June 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Bacon home delivery service
Recieved possibly one of the greatest doorstep presents EVER. Apart from our daily milk delivery, that is.
So I'm dying a slow and painful, alcohol related death right now. And what is the only known cure for such an ailment? Bacon.
To my horror, our usually well-stocked fridge and freezer showed a severe lack of the scrumptious pig belly. I tried to substitute with ham, but it just doesn't have that deliciously fried goodness. I thought the crisis may have been averted when my mum pottered over to our affectionately named 'little shop'. But once again my sleepy village failed to deliver. How can a village shop not have any bacon?? A travesty!!!
So I went back up to my room to fester, eventually dragging myself into the shower. On trapesing back into my room feeling particular vom-worthy, I received a text saying there was a present outside the door.
BACON!
Best. Present. Ever.
Thankyou Mr.Bacon for supplying my bacon habit. I think I love you a little bit.
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