Bread fell on the ground and landed on the buttered side. So now it doesn't really matter anymore that it was buttered on the wrong side. At the same time I remembered that I've run out of tea. And the elderly lady who wanted to welcome me to the neighbourhood with a box of macaroons collapsed on my doorstep and died before the ambulance arrived. What made it worse was that her skirt rode up when she fell, revealing those cotton granny-panties for all the world to see.
Covered her with my jacket because it was kind of disturbing.
Now. How do I get dead elderly lady smell out of my jacket? Already washed it three times and it still smells weird.