I rail at my exploding soup.

The Covent Garden Soup Company still haven’t replied to my email complaining about their exploding soup. A wave of old gittishness engulfs me. Those fat cats pretending to be all cottage-industryey whilst they gorge themselves on the profits of their range of unreliable potage products.

Well I’m not buying their stuff again and may well phone personally to complain. And then they’ll be sorry.

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