The rest of the day was work that kept inflating and growing and didn’t go away and by teatime, I was fondly remembering the disgust and revulsion I experienced when I realised I had accidentally put cat food in my mouth.
5/5

I have done it so you don’t have to.
4/5

I cannot not recommend enough eating kitty kibble.
3/5

I was not wearing my glasses, and I picked up what I thought was a fragment of toast that had escaped from my breakfast plate. It wasn’t toast. It was kitty kibble.
2/5

Well, Catholic priests also sexually abused children, so from that point of view, I guess he is doing God's work.

— so much so that I woke up. I immediately collected all the spoons from the kitchen and hid them. I am never ever going to sleep or have a dream again.

Why did he pen a letter? Couldn't he have simply written it?