No speakies is happening in The Highrise. Apparently no cooking either. Order a pizza my dearest? No, not for me, bitch face. It seems we are on a diet.
I opened a tin of Cream of Chicken Soup. Instead of following the directions of adding half a can of water and half a can of full cream milk, I added half a can of water, quarter a can of skim milk and quarter a can of cream, plus some paprika. I have failed as a chef. I also accompanied the soup with some Vegemite smeared toast. That was the nicest part.
It is a great start to my six weeks of holiday. Oh well, shite has happened in the past and will happen in the future.
I forecast three days until equilibrium is restored at The Highrise.