I had cream for breakfast yesterday. Cream! All well and good I hear you say but what about today? No cream this morning and they can consider themselves unacceptable those humans. Teasing me with cream one day and then nothing the next. Am I not worth the price of a container of cream every day? I'm not going to be too fussy about it either. It doesn't have to be the finest clotted cream from Cornwall or anything, although naturally it really ought to be. No, I will happily slum it and put up with your basic single cream from the local deli-cat-essen (see what I did there!).
Apparently, and to top it all, this particular cream upon which I breakfasted was left over from some spicy food that they prepared for themselves the night before. Left overs!!! They couldn't even be arsed to buy me my own container of cream but instead poured out the stuff they didn't want. I'm affronted. Affronted, disgusted and frankly a little dismayed in them and it was with an indignant air of begrudgement that I lapped it up.
And I suppose, if truth be known, I shall have to wait until they manufacture spicy food again before I am treated to cream once more. But I'll tell you one thing, if they even dream about giving me Elmlea or any of those other cream wannabe's then they shall rue the day.
P x
