so tonight was my strop my breaking point where i wanted to go home

we always got soup before we had our evening meal always alway always got soup
tonight after a hard day i sit down expecting soup but no soup but the spoon is on the table
so maybe we are getting desert yes something sweet nice maybe apple pie ( well i can dream)
so after eating dinner i am happily awaiting my dessert dreaming of something sweet
nothing happen
So where is the sweet we had no soup i want my sweet the spoon is there where is my sweet
I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 5 AM DOING AROUND 12 HOURS EXERCISE I WANT EITHER SOUP OR A DESSERT WHERE IS IT I HAVE A SPOON I WANT MY SOUP OR DESSERT
Our lovely chef has forgotton to do it – i mean how the fuck do you forget to make soup or dessert how can something so simple almost start a riot
you have 15 hungry women who havent had there soup thinking of evil things to do with there spoons
the staff realise that there could easliy be a mini riot and wisley get us out of the dinning room and on to our evening walk 2 hour of walking should re install normalacy they hope
but we bitch and moan so much about the soup or rather the lack of it they pacify us with half a fucking banna each
this is my moment where i burst into tears and really want to go home i feel ashamed that just a simple soup has broken my back where nothing else could