It was written in the previous post: too good to be true. And so it is.
After the best part of a morning’s labour making bread and the verily-anticipated mushroom soup, I spied little white worms in the pot.
Argh! Maggies in the mushies!
cannot sufficiently describe the devastation.
to hell with punctuation too
Like every brilliant romance I’ve ever had, it’s ended in tears. And no, it is not better to have loved and lost. Do you know this means they were probably in the pizza too, and now doing god-knows-what in my gut?
It’s back to huff-and-puff forest walking for me. And eventually, when I get over my loss, stupid-market mushrooms.