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Bad cereal day

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You know your week is off to a bad start when you get hassle from youir breakfast.

Having purchased a whopping 1kg box of Mr Kelloggs finest corn flakes (and accepted the fact that the box is just too sodding big to fit in a cupboard) there's just the small matter of getting into the box.

"Slide finger under flap" normally induces fits of laughter from 12 year old boys, but in this instance is more likely to give you a nasty cut. Sharp, cardboardy edges? Dried shards of gluey stuff? No thanks. I use the flat side of a knife. Haveing (moderately) successfully cleared the first hurdle, I calmly gripped the plastic inner bag and pulled at the opposing sides as usual, expecting the seam at the top to open up at one end, thus providing a handy flakey chutey thing to gently guide my nourishing brekkie towards it's milky resting place.

Sadly, it just tore straight down both sides instead. Bearing in mind that 1kg is a LOT of corn flakes, I will be aiming for the bowl and sprinkling golden flakey things on the worktop, floor and every other available surface for at least a month.

You really don't need that kind of crap before 8am in the morning, now do you?

Monday's really are crap.

(NP: "The Freddie Mercury Album" from 1992. Ker-ching! Cash in!)
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