I shopped for the groceries and Jay made breakfast. Unfortunately, cooking the rashers set off the NMN loud smoke detector, which has not abated for about 45 minutes. I have my earplugs in and decided to start my blog. The smarter thing would be to leave and go shopping.
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Blogalicious!
You're livin in the future now, Sue! Soon you'll be eating dehydrated food and installing airlocks on all your doors!
Your kitties send their love and so does your apartment!
Housesitter Hez
when the bacon turns against you, ain't nothin' safe.
Oh Sue.... you're in England now... you're supposed to boil all your food.
This is great, it could be right out of a Dicken’s novel if the facts are right. An ill vented basement flat in Brighton reeking of bacon fat with snow falling outside. OK, those are the details I’m clear on so far, but what about the rest. I mean, are there possibly...
-rats scuttling to and fro across the street?
-half frozen abandoned mothers wandering about -with their babies clutched in their emaciated arms?
-hard nosed, cruel looking men walking by?
top hats?
-press gangs rounding up the unemployed to serve in the war against Mesopotamia?
If you were a bit more forthcoming on some of the finer details I can see a great book coming out of this!
BTW, the bacon didn’t happen to be rancid, did it?
well, jay solved the issue by smashing the smoke detector with a hammer. does that remind you of dickens?
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