Thought for the Day - loving Tiger Bread
Pug Status - moulting
A sunny Saturday afternoon, listening to Hertbeat Apprentice Carl spin the decks with all the authority of Alan Freeman but without the Fluff. What could possibly spoil this oasis of calm? An Asda Tiger Bread loaf, that's what....
Now, don't get me wrong, I love the stuff - the crackly, crunchy sesame-infused crust, the doughy interior, the way that it goes hand-in-glove with a nice bit of Cheddar - the problem comes when you actually try to cut into the thing. It's like trying to break into a bank vault with a piece of shortbread. The crust is impenetrable except with a samurai sword and, as you gratefully saw through after a week of effort, fail to release your grip on the loaf at the exact time leaves you with a squashed slice about a millimetre high. You then have to hire a skip to remove the crumbs.
So today, I thought I would get the bakery to slice it for me, at no extra charge. It came out looking like John Merrick.
Obi Pug Kenobi is currently to be found in her natural state - i.e. asleep. I do not think you could find a more loving, better-temperamented, affectionate and lazy breed than a fawn pug. Slumber is only occasionally broken by bursts of activity, either eating, sneaking dog biscuits or defending dog biscuits from her canine siblings. Currently moulting like fury, the living room resembles one of those western films (or the aftermath of one of my jokes) with great big lumps of tumbleweed....
Out with the broom - again....
1 comment:
Seems like karma I should be your first......
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