Greggs

Missed a pasty off the order, so I went back in to see which pixie had made off with my Cornish! What can I say the pasty was more banging than a rave in the mid 90s with a pair of glow sticks and a boiler suit. The buns sprinkles had been completed in a some what slap dash fashion with a failure to align my 100s and 1000s. This kind of shocking skulldugery would normal have me fly into a rage, but my anger was soon quelled by a scrumptious steak bake. The gravy was like a Devine brown river of sauce sent by the very gods with chewy steak floating down stream. Then came the march of the Yumyums, never has a name suited better. Containing enough sugar to give you diabetes type 1, 2 and 3! I'm still riding the Crest of the sugar high 3 days later, oh how I fear the crash and withdrawal! Should I buy another now ot face burn out? Who knows. Toodle pip for now chums!