Alice Is A Coward, And Other Unrelated News:

So, The Brother (among his other wonderful qualities) has a habit of taking bread from the house when he visits, along with cheese, to make sandwiches later. This is not a problem. Mother buys cheese and extra bread specially to allow him to do this. No, the problem is HOW he does it.
See, he always opens a new loaf. It doesn't matter if there is one open, how many slices are in it, or even how long it has been open for; he always opens a new one, which, of course, often leads to us ending up with two open loaves, both around half full.
Now, I had never actually been here to see it; I always find out too late, after he has gone. I told mother what was happening and she agreed that it was ridiculous and irritating; because we do NOT stock stale bread in our cupboards. It either gets eaten or frozen LONG before that. There is no reason to open a new loaf (I can only assume) to attain 'fresher' bread. So we agreed that if either of us actually CAUGHT him doing it, we would say something.
Well, today I got home from The Grandpapa's to find him buttering bread. Sure enough, we had two half loaves of bread, both perfectly serviceable and edible and nice, in the cupboard. So, what did I do? I talked to him, right? Like I'd planned to all those times when I had found the results of his 'freshest' bread hunting and gritted my teeth and counted to ten to stop myself from exploding. Right??
Nope. I didn't. To avoid any possible unpleasant confrontation, I, as the youth of today (I think) say; "chickened out". So I said nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.

Yeah; *nods* go me.

*shakes head*

In other news: my shift at the SENSE store led to the discovery of FOUR full large bags of donated clothes that were damp. VERY damp. And VERY smelly. And most of them were knickers and bras.
*shudders*
Who DOES something like that? WHY??

In other other news: today The Grandpapa and I used his computer lesson to grapple with Google Earth. I had never used it before either, so we learned together. Very cool. Fun was had by all. Though judging by the snoring, Bingo didn't find it as impressive as we did. Ah well.

- Ooh, and also, he's invited me out on the Severn Valley next week. We just have to pick a day.
Yay!

In other other other news: only five days and four shifts to go until my week off.
...Not that I'm counting...

Well, that's it for my exciting news. I've nothing else noteworthy to report. Nothing at all. Nada. Zilch.

Oh well. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow B&Q will be invaded by green and purple frogs, sporting yellow umbrellas and belting out compilations of songs from various musicals.

You never know.

Toodles.

Alice xxx