My Food Is Trying to Kill Me

So, there I am in the kitchen, making the umpteenth* cup of coffee of the day. I pour in the water and add sweetner – so far, so good. Then I reach for the milk, which is, handily enough, sitting right there beside me on the kitchen counter, even although I don’t remember taking it out of the fridge. I use it to fill up my mug. The problem? Well, it wasn’t milk, was it. No, it was BLEACH.

Yes, I put bleach in my own coffee. Needless to say (or, actually, given recent episodes, maybe I do need to say it…) I realised my mistake before I actually drank the coffee. Something about the swimming pool smell gave it away. GOD.

I’ve told Terry that he is in charge of all food and beverages from now on. I just can’t trust myself. to prepare my own meals…

* Note for non-Scottish people: "Umpteen" – an unspecified number somewhere in the teens; "a lot"

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

1 Comment

  • Reply October 17, 2006

    Fael

    Ack! That's pretty scary. It's a damn good job you realised before it was too late

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