2 March 2013

Clean trousers. Clean t-shirt.

Check my watch : 8 pm.

I'm hungry.

Walk downstairs.

Thanks Christ!

Thumping's stopped.

" About bloody time too! "

They must have gone out.

Into the kitchen.

Open the fridge.

Nothing.

Close it.

Check again.

And again.

And again.

Once more.

Doesn't matter.

Need to go to the off licence anyway.

Fancy a crisp sandwich.

Cheese and onion.

Softness versus crunch.

Complete opposites.

I love that.

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