My Sandwich Sucks
I’ve just had a rubbish sandwich. It was bland as hell and dry, and altogether dull. It’s my own fault really as it was me that made it this morning while in a rush and half asleep. If you want to know, it was a white bread, chicken slice and branston pickle sandwich.
Doesn’t sound to bad right, but let me tell you I’ve eaten the same sandwich at the same time every day for the last week. I know what you’re thinking, why not change your sandwich, and buy some new ingredients, spice things up a bit. Yes, yes that’s fine but I’ll tell you this, on the list of priorities, my choice of sandwich is massively low on my morning agenda.
6.30 am and the alarm goes off. The first thing I do when I wake up is attempt to turn back time with my mind. When that fails, I have to fight with my body and get up. The darker mornings have been making it so difficult recently, and it’s been raining. I generally drag myself through to the living room where I put the TV on and grimace at the awake-ness of the BBC presenting team – who’ve probably been up since 4 am yet look sparkly.
After sitting yawning at the screen for five minutes I have a shower, and then start getting ready for work. Those adverts on the TV selling revitalising shower gels, nonsense, I’m generally feel worse after the shower because its so bl##dy cold in my flat.
Once I’m dressed, I’m ready for the sandwich making. My regional news weather comes on in the background, and after five minutes of slagging off the presenter’s manly voice (she’s a woman) I get stuck into the sleepiest sandwich creation in history. I drag the contents of my fridge out on to the counter, and get busy making my lunch. Now as I said earlier I could use nice ingredients, but at that time in the day, my imagination is deader than the Dodo. I have no idea what I should do with myself, other than shuffle toward the front door, rubbish sandwich in hand, before heading to work.
But fear not, tomorrow is the last day of the week and I’m heading to the shops tonight. I’m going to buy myself a baguette and chuck some ham and salad on it, with it of dressing. God i’m sad…