Domestic Bloody Goddess

Burgers for breakfast, much to the children’s delight, not because they’re the cornerstone to every nutritious Breakfast but because the freezer’s fucked.

I came down early for a quiet cuppa and secret smoke in the garden and went to get the meat out that I’d forgotten to do before bed. I’d been out. Couldn’t remember my name, never mind think about what was for tea.

The shelves (crammed with unlabeled stuff) had shrunk with furred ice and from the back I swear I heard a muffled shout of ‘I may be some time'.

It’s fish, faggot and pea surprise later.