For I am a loser

Today I packed up my nummy cottage cheese salad lunch (seriously, it is actually good) and headed off to work.

I worked hard like a busy little bumble all morning, my lunch, sitting in the fridge for me, happily waiting until 12pm. But then I found that I got a free lunch as part of the event I was at so decided to leave my salad until tomorrow, I mean, it will be fine in the fridge won't it?

And I know it will except I keep thinking of it there, checking its little salad watch,

"It's much later than her normal lunch time... maybe she's running late today. I'll just wait."

And then a few hours later,

"Maybe she isn't hungry today, I'm sure she'll have me for tea."

And now...

"She still hasn't eaten me! What's wrong with me?!"

Oh salad! I am so sorry but I will eat you tomorrow, I promise!