My evening shift in the slave pits of Cafe C has been transformed.
Transformed dear reader by love.
On shuffling dejectedly towards my 'work station' (The sink) for an evening of drudgery and horror , I noticed something new laying on the draining board . It was a washing up Mitten ,and I have to tell you that once I had overcome my initial scorn and slipped my hand into its moist welcoming opening , I am besotted.
Its the best damn washing up related equipment
At the end of the perfect shift as I whispered
I love you mitten
having formed a little mitten puppet fist and whispered back
I love you too Beast
the ambiance was shattered by a voice dripping with sarcasm that sneered I think you need to get out more
A tender moment between man and mitten destroyed by the bitter Mr C.
Some people will never understand