Dough

I was going to write an interesting, witty and enjoyable post this afternoon, but unfortunately some psycho went postal in Sainsburys and smashed up the salad counter with an iron bar, meaning that I couldn’t buy the loaf of bread I wanted. So, instead of entertaining you lot, I’m going to be baking bread.

EDIT

It comes to my attention that this is entry number 666, which may or may not be the Number Of The Beast, depending on who you believe.

4 Responses to “Dough”

  1. Clive says:

    Why would one be buying bread from the salad bar?

  2. jane says:

    Blimey. Was it the one in Fallowfield by any chance? Shopping in there often induces feelings of hysteria and delirium so…

  3. Adrian says:

    And smashing up the salad counter isn’t blog worthy?

  4. Chris says:

    clive: Because they closed the supermarket.

    jane: Yep, it was, indeed, the Fallowfield store. A lot of confused students sitting around outside. Why they didn’t just go home or to another supermarket, I don’t know.

    adrian: It would have been far more blogworthy if I’d actually seen it happen. As it was, I was just faced with a load of irritated freshers and some closed doors.