One evening a week I eat alone as my sister (who co-owns our house) works late shift at the supermarket. Sometimes I can't be bothered to cook, so I get a full meal from the pub across the road & just have a snack in the evening to tide me over & so that I can take my tablets.
Now, one particular evening I couldn't be bothered to eat much as I'd pigged out a bit at lunchtime. I ended up deciding to finish up the tube of Pringles & the leftover yoghurt & cucumber dip from the curry a few nights before. There was nothing on the telly so I decided to browse the 'net while I was eating. I grabbed the Pringles, the jar of dip, an eggcup (to put the dip in, since Pringles don't fit through skinny jar mouths) & my evening tablet, which I stuck in the eggcup so I wouldn't lose it.
Supplies duly scavenged, I sat myself in front of my computer, dished up a dollop of dip & set to browsing (& munching). After a few Pringles I noticed that the dip tasted a bit sour, so I decided to dump the rest & finish off the Pringles after taking my tablet. I went to pick it up - no tablet
I shifted paperwork off of my desk - no tablet. I crawled under the desk & looked on the floor - no tablet. Then, with a nasty feeling of inevitability, I poked through the dip in the eggcup... Yep. There's the remains of the tablet. And I'd already swallowed bits of it, so I couldn't dump the dip & take another one. Nor was skipping it an option. Which meant scooping up the remains of the dip (& the tablet) & choking it down. Ever tasted partially-dissolved Paracetamol? This tasted worse
I brushed my teeth twice, gargled with mouthwash, & even tried eating a bit of raw onion but the taste still lingered
Now, one particular evening I couldn't be bothered to eat much as I'd pigged out a bit at lunchtime. I ended up deciding to finish up the tube of Pringles & the leftover yoghurt & cucumber dip from the curry a few nights before. There was nothing on the telly so I decided to browse the 'net while I was eating. I grabbed the Pringles, the jar of dip, an eggcup (to put the dip in, since Pringles don't fit through skinny jar mouths) & my evening tablet, which I stuck in the eggcup so I wouldn't lose it.
Supplies duly scavenged, I sat myself in front of my computer, dished up a dollop of dip & set to browsing (& munching). After a few Pringles I noticed that the dip tasted a bit sour, so I decided to dump the rest & finish off the Pringles after taking my tablet. I went to pick it up - no tablet
I shifted paperwork off of my desk - no tablet. I crawled under the desk & looked on the floor - no tablet. Then, with a nasty feeling of inevitability, I poked through the dip in the eggcup... Yep. There's the remains of the tablet. And I'd already swallowed bits of it, so I couldn't dump the dip & take another one. Nor was skipping it an option. Which meant scooping up the remains of the dip (& the tablet) & choking it down. Ever tasted partially-dissolved Paracetamol? This tasted worse
I brushed my teeth twice, gargled with mouthwash, & even tried eating a bit of raw onion but the taste still lingered



I blame my mother she's wired that way too
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