Aileen had clearly not only lost her job but her mind as well, evidenced by the contents of the Bosch Fridge freezer.
When the electricity had been cut off she must have hot-footed it back to her mother's but that was about three months ago.
A variety of meats had liquified in the freezer and a cooked chicken, barely recognisable, had as it were been brought back to life in the fridge.
Luckily it was bin collection day in the High Street so I was able to distribute these and other foodstuffs around peoples wheelie bins.
"Your losing something out of that bag." said an elderly man following me down the pavement.
Sure enough there was a tell-tale line straight to a group of bins like footprints in the snow. Luckily it turned out to be salt or sugar rather than a trail of putrefaction.
2 comments:
I'd not have had the stomach for such a task. Must have been hell.
Hello, Editor.
Stank the whole flat out and sections of the High street. But I did hear Isabelle retching.
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