Saturday, 11 February 2023

A sorrowful short story

 Sadly, Susan and I have sought a separation. The situation went south. More stagnant than sour and she’s sashayed out of the scullery. She said things were frosty between us. I said the cost of living prevented me leaving the heating on all day and my kitchen is delightfully cool and I’m not posh enough for a proving drawer. She said I was posh enough to use organic flour and I said well she was spoilt from the start , letting her sleep in the spacious set up she had.  I said she was actually a non starter so she was now surplus to requirements. Sullenly and slowly, she sludged her way down the sink towards the sea and I went to a supermarket to spend my dough on a ready baked  loaf from the bakery! 


Love from Rachel *starting again with Sally in the Spring, with a smaller jar and none organic flour* Radiostar xxx