I didn’t manage long at uni. I had a little panic attack. Gosh, do I get myself worked up or what?
On the way home I stopped to give My Little White Holden Nova a full belly and a little wash.
As I was standing at the counter, I spotted this lone SFF amongst a sea of plain old Freddos.
Is this to be my last SFF ever?
I can’t bring myself to eat him. What if this is the last ever SFF I will ever have? I have to save him for a special occasion, which I’m sure I create when my desire for him becomes too strong to resist. You know. Something along the lines of, “Wow! I’m having a Good Hair Day!”, or “What a bowel movement!”, or “Ooh! I sneezed!”, let’s celebrate with my last SFF.