Where the fook are my Marbles, Tuesday 12 May 2020, Day 55

Im givin’ up yeah, Im givin’ up yeah, Im givin’ up searching, searching, searching to find!

At the weekend I lost my marbles, not the ones in my head, I am just managing to hold on to them but real marbles, there is the best stank outside my place for playing, I even bought a granny cushion for my knees so I could play for hours.

I checked the car, I checked the fridge, I checked my multipack of super noodles, I checked under the bed, gawd I so wished I hadn’t, the only thing I got from there was a reminder of a one night stand eeeewww and the inhalation of ten ton of dust bunnies (google it they are not so cute). When I’ve got some spare time, I’ll need to get the hoover under the bed.

It was driving me frigging nuts, I only bought them Friday, or did I? Fuck now I wasn't so sure, maybe I am losing my marbles, maybe I never had any, I know I was in Tesco’s and I was definitely at the kid’s party section.

I know, I’ll check the receipt, storming out the flat like a woman on a mission, I grabbed the recycle bin and emptied it out in the garden and started rummaging my way through it. The curtain twitchers, were out in force, I noticed Mary Anderson from number 59 had an eye patch on and was shaking her head and pointing, old cow, I gave her the Vicky and got stuck into my rummaging

Forty Five mins I found it what a relief, there it was in black and white a receipt from Tesco’s dated Friday 8 May, Party Bag Fillers Marbles right next to Party Bag Fillers Flick a Chicken Novelty Catapult…… Ahhhh Fuck!