Soup; sausage roll; sandwiches; crisps; yoghurt; the last millionaire’s shortbread (sob)
A quick1 review tonight, as I have spent most of my evening to this point arguing (as politely as I could manage) with my mobile phone network2.
After spending all that time on the phone, being passed from team to team and repeatedly told “sorry, I can’t do that, it’s against policy”, I realised I was getting frustrated and tired, and when I’m frustrated and tired I get snarky at best and downright rude at worst. So I told the person I was speaking to, via text chat by this point, that I thought it best to end our conversation and for me to try again tomorrow, before I said something rude to someone who was just doing their job.
I can’t recommend it as a negotiating technique – because it wasn’t one – but it worked; suddenly what I was asking was possible after all, and done within a couple of minutes. Thank you, final person I spoke to, and I’m now even more pleased that I didn’t inadvertently say something rude to you.
As I mentioned in the Facebook chat earlier, I never thought it would happen3 but I’m getting tired of eating sandwiches every night. You’re probably getting tired of me reviewing them, too, so I really will keep this short and sweet.
Soup: I didn’t ask what flavour it was, as it adds something to the supper experience for me to try and work it out. (Or I decided I was hungry enough that it didn’t matter what flavour it was as long as it was hot and edible. Or drinkable. Or whatever it is you do with soup.)
One thing the whole Voda… Woad-alone thing did give me was lots of time to consideringly ponder my soup, and I eventually concluded, based on texture (so thick I could probably have stuck a spoon upright in it, if I had been so inclined), taste (mildly allium-y, generally vegetable-y), consideration of vegetables that have been on the menu recently (a certain pie and sauce I will never forget or stop going on about), and, if I’m honest, a certain not-entirely-pleasant grittiness, that it was probably leek and potato. I can never get all the grit out of leeks either, fwiw.
Sausage roll: same highly processed, mass produced kind as last week, which we established then is just fine with me. It probably was warm when given to me, and I’ll blame the afore (not) named mobile phone provider for the fact it was pretty much cold by the time I ate it.
Sandwiches: cheese, onion and tomato mayo (nice, well filled with homemade filling); egg mayo and cress (also nice, after a brief moment of severe cognitive dissonance where for some reason I was expecting tuna when I took a bite and completely confused myself); corned beef and what was, I worked out after my second completely confused moment of supper, American yellow mustard – the very mild, sweet stuff you get at burger vans and similar in this country. It’s not a combination I would ever have thought to put together, but it was really rather good.
A bag of salt and vinegar crisps: the staff member on trolley duty asked what flavour I wanted, I said I didn’t mind (because I really didn’t: if it’s deep-fried sliced potato I’m going to enjoy it), and she came back with my favourite flavour.
Cherry yoghurt (again, I didn’t care what flavour and just asked her to grab one off the trolley) – cherry yoghurt is nice, and that’s about all there is to say.
And finally, after a brief musical interlude, my final piece of millionaire’s shortbread from the gift box very kindly sent to me by Jennie, which I have not remotely successfully eaten slowly to make it last. This one was Oreo flavour (sorry, it didn’t even occur to me to take a photo until literally right now, nearly an hour too late), with a crushed Oreo biscuit base topped with caramel, topped with a slab of white chocolate studded with more bits of Oreo. It was delicious, and I think I can now conclude that my favourite flavour of millionaire’s shortbread is whichever one I have just eaten.
Eleven paragraphs, 715 words: is that quick? I have no idea anymore.4
- In theory, and if I don’t keep breaking the footnotes and having to fix them. 😬 ↩︎
- Which I won’t be so rude as to name, but it starts with a V and rhymes with “Woad-alone”. ↩︎
- 🎵 …with me and the girl from Clapham… 🎵 Sorry, wandered off down a musical alleyway there for a few minutes. Good song, though, even if they all look (and I think were) terrifyingly young. ↩︎
- 727 words now. Not including footnotes, or we’d be here all night. ↩︎
Is it pineapple sponge today? 