As I have already said, clingfilm hates us. In fact I am sure that it is the loo roll of the devil.
And today there is more proof. When my OH came home I noticed her finger was blue. And why was it blue? Was it perhaps that she had been fingering an Eskimo? ( :oops: )
No. It was because she had a plaster on it. One of those bright blue ones that you get in food preparation places so that you can see it if it falls into the food (Or that you can see it better when an unsuspecting customer finds it in their Lasagna- so you know who to point and laugh at!)
"What happened?" I inquired.
"I cut my finger" She said
"What on?" I asked imagining some kind of huge butchers hatcher
"On the clingfilm"
This took me aback for a bit, because as much as I hate clingfilm, I have never been cut by it. It being naturally floppy with no sharp ends.
"How?" I asked.
"It was the serrated edge on the box"
Ah that makes sense.
Still the box is still part of the clingfilm and is still part of the demon that exists within! I bet there was even an episode of Buffy where she had to battle the Clingfilm Demon! Perhaps using the holy sandwich bags of Antioch!