the lingering smell of cremated pitta fills my room…
£4.5omething toaster from Sainsbreeze failed to eject for the last time tonight.. piece of failure is going home in the morning.. ‘home’ to some back-of-store restricted area where fellow pieces of failure lie in purgatorial wait for DHL (or equivalent courier) and subsequent judgement on arrival at their maker’s courts,
temples of consumerism must have graveyards too.. mass, unmarked graves brimming with poundland LED torches interspersed among the tombs of fallen, self-righteous self-checkout machines, or something like that..
no eulogy for the damned.
had to make do with crackerbread & humous in the end..