Today, while preparing a fresh salad to accompany my lasagne for dinner, I dropped a third of a bag of Florette Crispy Salad, specifically the extra 33% that made the salad such an appealing purchase.
While I was attempting to sweep up this unholy mess on the kitchen floor, my mind turned to rabbits, and how if a rabbit was here then he, or even she, could do the work for me, nibbling at the green waste site like a badger with a freshly issued rubbish bag.
I can't help but wonder about the use of domestic or wild animals, and god's supposed intentions when he created them.
For when the time comes and I required an animal to help with my task, there was none to be seen.
However when the time comes when an animal is most unwelcome, it seems the pesky rodent is far too willing to nibble on the piece cheddar I had left out on the side ready for my sandwich, or ready to sniff at my private parts while I am travelling the short distance to Doncaster on the train to visit my cousin Judith.
Animals are not only an unwelcome addition to my sister, Madge's family, who’s grandchildren’s pet guinea pigs have all but demolished her new lounge furniture, but an unwelcome appearance in society as a whole.
I find all they do is soil your home and vegetable patches, mocking their supposed position as the friendly, fluffy, playful companion.
Never will you find a dastardly dog or a cunning cat in my home.
I just hope Rick Wakeman can keep them away.
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