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Weird sh… stuff

It’s been a while since anything weird or oddly coincidental has hit me, but yesterday provided one such instance.

One of the downsides (for me at least) of the ‘nice hot weather’ we saw last week is the speed it makes fresh food turn ugly.

For me, I usually lose load of bread products, be it loafs or rolls I may have laid in supplies of. Compared to our usual cool Scottish days, when the Sun comes out, all of this food turns into piles of grey or black mould almost as you watch it. I’m not even sure what actually causes this, as popping the goodies into a chilled fridge compartment does nothing to prevent it. That’s not just my problem, you’ll find expert advice not to bother even trying.

So, over the past week or so I’d accumulated some nicely mould covered bread which I’d shoved out back to feed to the bird next time I walked out. I no longer throw it out back, to avoid attracting vermin (flying rats aka huge enormous pigeons).

I’d brought home a pack of four wheaten rolls to supplement the bread losses, and they’d just gone past their ‘Best before’ date, which normally means they’re still good for a few days, unless… we;re having a Scottish heatwave.

When I broke open the wrapper, the smell just about knocked me over, and a quick look inside suggested I could make a small fortune harvesting penicillin. It was disgusting in there, not only to my poor nose, but also my eyes.

I dumped the packet alongside the bread, to be dumped next walkabout.

That didn’t happen – when I did pick the bags up as I headed out, the stuff inside was REALLY stinking (the smell was so bad by then, it had been wafting indoors) and the bag contents were just black ‘fur’.

I didn’t even throw the stuff on a grassy patch (and maybe poison the local wildlife), but dumped the lot in a bin about a mile from home.

Now, fast forward about four hours, and I’m about 50 metres (a bit over 50 yards if you are Jacob Rees-Mogg, political nutjob) and I had to stop and go back for a look when I realised I had just walked past THREE of the four mouldy rolls I had dumped in a bin about a mile away from this spot.

While I know I can’t be definitive, what’s the chance of three mouldy rolls landing in the road and they just happen to look the same as those in a packet I dumped four hours earlier?

While I could explain this away by suggesting gulls (we have them here), who spotted a snack, then dropped it after getting a beak load of mould, our council bins have just been upgraded, they are all covered, and the actual bin/sack is now buried deep inside (probably an anti-bomb measure), so something like a gull, or even a decent-sized bird can’t get to the scraps inside.

I’ve no reasonable explanation for those mouldy rolls re-appearing a mile from where I binned them.

Like I said – weird.

Mouldy Rolls

Mouldy Rolls

That’s a sample pic, my hands were full of stuff I’d been out to collect, so I couldn’t grab an actual pic – but one mouldy roll looks much like a another.

07/08/2019 Posted by | Civilian | , , | Leave a comment


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