It Gets Worse

So we’re sitting having lunch, and I’m feeling that there’s still a small corner left that needs to be filled

Me: I was thinking of having some toast, do you want some?

OH: you might struggle a bit

Me: why, where has all the rest of the bread gone?

OH: …

Me: you fed it to the birds, didn’t you?

It’s a slippery slope, I tell you.


9 Responses to It Gets Worse

  1. Flighty says:

    I think that he overstepped the mark there! Did you send him out to get some more?

  2. disgruntled says:

    We were going shopping anyway. But I do hate to be deprived of toast…

  3. Flighty says:

    Me too, especially at this time of year!

  4. Dom says:

    If your other half goes missing, the birds look hungry and you’re caught eating toast with a smile on your face we’ll know what happened 🙂

  5. Psychosplodge says:

    Maybe its bait…

  6. disgruntled says:

    And if the other half goes missing and it’s the birds that are looking happy, I’ll know it’s gone too far

  7. Simon says:

    “Our” birds eat the cat food – occasionally the price they pay may seem a little high – but hey! our home-baked bread is way too good for the birds.

  8. disgruntled says:

    catfood? What are you feeding, eagles?

  9. PaperBoy says:

    Never any bread (always home-baked) left here for the birds and anyway it’s not the best for them, fills them up with “empty” food apparently… we put out sunflower hearts (bought by the hundredweight sack – thankfully the actual purchases are few & far between).

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