I was sitting with Georgie when it was time to go. This was after cleaning up the avocado sandwich that I threw at the wall.
We were seated in deck chairs outside, in a garden with fake grass, and I had made the sandwich earlier with the only ingredients I could find. A piece of white bread, a thick slice of pâté, cut, but placed in one solid chunk on the bread. Then the avocado buttered on top.
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Something had stirred me to throw it, but when I was told to clean it up, I dutifully found a window wiper and scraped the mess from the bathroom wall. Only I had started on the wrong wall. The sandwich had been thrown at Georgie while she was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub. So I’d gone over to the wall where she was curled up in a ball and started to wipe the wall next to her instead.
And the wall was a mottled shiny black surface that made cleaning the green goo harder.
Once we were ready to leave, I got up out of my deck chair and joined up with Siobhan and together we got into the car.
Some way down the road, we pulled up to a gas station. There was a person already at the pump.
“They are having difficulty with the diesel pump,” said Siobhan, so she offered to help.
And once they were filled up I pulled the car forward and got out to fill our own car.
We drove off, no issue at first but at the first light, the car stalled. I tried the key in the ignition but it would not start.
I tried it again, then a third time when the dashboard lit up with an orange sign “Engine Unwell”. And when I tried it for the fourth time it dawned on me.
Oh no! I’d filled the car with diesel!
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