I’m the first to admit that I’m not really overflowing with skills in the kitchen department (or shopping, or cleaning, or…. you get the idea). Not very PC, but there you go.
But today spownall made a new discovery. Let me explain.
I was in deep doo doo this morning as I had scoffed all the milk the night before during one of my occasional ‘must have more choccie cereal’ epsiodes. The dearly beloved ,without her first fix of coffee of the day, is not something to even consider.
So, I zipped round to our local cafe to buy ‘uma garrafa de leite’. But what do I get? ‘Um saco de leite’ A BAG OF MILK???!!!! What the f##k are you supposed to do with a bag, and I’ll repeat that word in case you are hard of reading, a BAG of milk? What’s happening in the world? Have I missed something here? What next, a milk carton of soup?
I had to walk home with this quivering, Hammer House of Horrors colostomy bag sloshing around in my paws. And when you get home, what then? You cut open a corner of the bag, thus satisfying the coffee monster, and are left with half a bag of wobbly milk.
So I had some more choccie cereal.