The Used Pedal Bin

I found them, dear reader, I found them.

Granted, only one box was permissible and they were thrice the price of a box in the sane(ish) world of yesteryear, but I have finally found them.

EGGS!

Now, I just have to figure out how to ration them. 

I will keep the receipt. I may even frame it. For now, it is nestled between the other receipts in my receipt filled wallet. The receipt outweighs the money by about 10 to 1. This is logical, you might say, but the miserable thing is that they are receipts for stuff that is needed rather than wanted. For instance, I need soap and cat food, but I want a fancy new bag. Alas, the wants are not to be mine at the moment. 

My great aunt came around today. She demanded a cup of tea in one of the “good cups”. This means one of the cups that she gave to me and not the “every-day” ones I bought from Argos. She reminded me that I should lock my door as anyone could be crawling about the streets, told me about the new microwave she had bought and it’s “fabulous” defrost function, and then read me the obituaries out of the newspaper before leaving me with a used pedal bin that she allegedly didn’t want to go to waste. 

I wonder what joys tomorrow holds…