So...4 till midnight, hard shift...I have been looking forward to getting home, glass of (Somerset) cider, some nice crusty bread, mature cheese and pickled onions...
I have the bread...I have the onions...THERE'S NO FUCKING CHEESE...
I have been looking forward to this all night...I can't believe it...No fucking cheese...my heart slumped, I felt dizzy...felt sick... realised I ate it all the other night and woke up with a cheese hangover the next day...if I'd known I could have bought some more today, no drama...but I didn't know...
I am now having flashbacks...I can see mature cheese in my minds eye...tasty cheese...I am hallucinating now... the cheese is calling me...I am drooling...I will no doubt have nightmares tonight...
I am now eating crusty bread and butter...nice, but it is not the same...
It must be someone's fault...not mine obviously...I will look into it, make a personal injury claim and sue someone...BM prolly and all the mods...there should be cheese...