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Married to Night Train
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- Salford, UK
Went shopping this morning, and among my purchases was a yoghurt for lunch -one of those with a portion of yoghurt, and a portion of chocolate coated crispy bits to mix in.
Walking home, I realised that the carton was swaying in my rucksack, knocking against another carton, and the crispy bits rattling. A sort of 'tick, tick, kerchusss', like a tiny percussion section in my bag...
Anyway, I just opened it, and bent the crispy bit holding section over to tip them into the yoghurt, and when they were nearly all out, the plastic gave suddenly with a crack, propelling a single cripsy bit across the room, hitting the telly and falling down the back of the sideboard.
My life is so full of incident.
Walking home, I realised that the carton was swaying in my rucksack, knocking against another carton, and the crispy bits rattling. A sort of 'tick, tick, kerchusss', like a tiny percussion section in my bag...
Anyway, I just opened it, and bent the crispy bit holding section over to tip them into the yoghurt, and when they were nearly all out, the plastic gave suddenly with a crack, propelling a single cripsy bit across the room, hitting the telly and falling down the back of the sideboard.
My life is so full of incident.
He took me into the back so that I could wash everything - my handbag stank of raspberry yogurt for a long time afterwards.
So that's where Mickle lives then?