Utterly Buttery.
This
morning, I did some sub-par buttering whilst I made an egg sandwich.
I
love butter, but it can be a pain in the arse (particularly if you’re
in Last Tango in Paris). Sometimes it just doesn’t spread, leaving you with broken up
patches of half-buttered bread.
(I’m
a poet and I don’t know it.)
In
the end, I gave up attempting to move the dairy product about; some things in life are just too much to deal with.
Don't let it be said that I don't have it tough.