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The world that revolves around Caity Ross.
Forget the fork…
…tonight, it’s his whole set of cutlery! I put it in my freezer drawer this time, hidden at the back, because it opens more than his does and I don’t want to spill it all over the place. I’ll check back in five hours or so, to see if it’s frozen. I need to time its extrication carefully; this morning was close enough.
I took the container out of his drawer and tipped the fork-in-ice onto the draining board. I was just drying the container to put it back in the cupboard to hide the evidence, when the door opened. Luckily, it was only Flatmate-Zaheer, who didn’t seem to notice my guilty reaction to his entrance. Nor did he notice the block of ice on the draining board till I pointed it out. He asked was it me, but I denied it. Naughty Caity!
Flatmate-Colleen said it had gone by 2 p.m., so I need to take it out when it’s solid, but before VictimFlatmate-Stephen goes for his breakfast. Unfortunately, I have no idea what time that is, but I imagine it’s the same time every day. Like Colleen put it tonight on the way to the chippy, he probably has a shit at 8.30 every morning.
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