Rubbishness
An email from Margaret alerted me to the general rubbishness of her current life.
“My lecturer humiliated me in front of the whole class, I have three essays due, my housemates won´t let me play the piano during the day, I think I´m getting a chest infection, I can´t get my head around the hip …AND my sandwiches haven´t been tasting any good recently.”
I was obviously concerned and decided to roundtable the problem with some friends. Here are the resolutions reached:
1. Is the bread stale? Consider a change of loaf.
2. Perhaps a new ingredient is needed, relish?
3. Is it the cheese? Low quality cheese can frequently lead to disappointing sandwiches.
Anyone else got life problems in need of solving?
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nsomn said:
My boots are laced in that funny way where one half of the lace zig-zags through all the holes and the other half of the lace just shoots straight up the tongue where they both meet at the top to tie the bow. What can I do about that?
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marginalgloss said:
I had to have a real think about what ‘I can’t get my head around the hip’ could mean.
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distorte said:
Having a cold would explain the lack of taste.
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