And the descent from happy Edinburgh to the real world continues. I have my job back (woo) but good as this may be for rent and bill paying purposes it does mean that I’m now workin on the night shift – start monday night at 11pm working through til 8am… this is my life for the forseeable.
To make matters worse last night I wanted a 2am snack (techinically this morning – but I’m trying to purposely fuck my body clock up for the future weeks) in a slightly wasted state I preferred my standard choice of cheese on toast.
I put the grill on, it made a proper old fashioned whimpered bang noise and there was a blue flash from within. I got a bit scared. But the light still came on and I thought it would be ok.
I put the two bits of bread in one slice of the toaster – as this is what you do for good cheee on toast. When both bits had one side toasted I applied the cheese – there was barely enough for each, it was going to be very gappy.
Under the grill I went, but the element wasn’t very hot glowy red as it should be, and no heat came forth, sensibly I put my hand on the element, both luckily and unluckily I didn’t burn, thus my cheese on toast was stopped in its tracks and now I have to face ringing the landlord not only for this, but also the dodgy washing machine that has been on its last legs for ages. Oh dear.
But my snack was not lost, my toaster bags came to the rescue, even if I did have to use new bread.