2nd November – Tin foil

A thousand pieces.

There are literally a thousand pieces on the floor.

I have to leave in 30 minutes and there is nothing but the stupid eye pieces.

I walk out in the morning and I leave my outfit ready for tonight so all I need to do is dash home. Change. And I would ready.

My dog clearly had different ideas

My dog wanted to destroy.

My dog wanted to make a statement.

He wanted to set out a path of destruction that to any casual observer would appear to be a forward thinking act of retribution. An act planned out. After a clear failing, by me, to leave enough water out across his 3 bowls. As I should have known he would tip all 3 over. An act to wreak havoc on plans that did not include him.

For one evening.

Urgh. Get a puppy they said.

It would be good company they said.

No one said that they would find a way to jump up and destroy the one time you look at having a night to attempt to rebuild your life!

So what was to be a night with friends. Dressed up with a costume that took weeks to find, alter, and fit. Will now be made out of the contents of any drawer I can find things in that might go together.

Rolling pin?

Ha! Useless.

Scissors, well they are useful if I can find something to cut.

Urgh. Old Jeans? What and turn up as an 80s rocker again?

Here I am sat on the floor and I am using the old costume from last year?

So I now look to the bulk buying and my options are to reuse old clothes with the old costume idea.

Or.

To use the many boxes of foil and be a tin man or become a mummy.

Well if the yellow brick road is to end in me getting my heart, I guess I might as well go as the tin man.

Urgh!