All Hail the Queen of the Morons (that's me!)

I... am...stupid... that is official and needs no outside verification of any kind!

Mum and I went to a new farmers market not too far from us (about a 15 minute walk) and we were browsing around the stalls, and at the very end was a meat stall, selling bacon and sausages (that kind of thing) There was also a small van that was cooking their wares and selling them to people... it smelt so damn good, and it's been months since I had a nice bit of well cooked bacon, so we both had a bacon roll. Nothing bad about that, you might think... except I can't eat yeast without feeling like shit (which is how I feel now), and **deep breath** there was yeast in the bread, that made the roll, that housed the delicious bacon and onions, that I was almost finished eating before I remembered that I couldn't eat the roll!!

I am such a total dunce... I have just put myself in gut-wrenching agony for the next day or two (or until the yeast leaves my system!)

I was so excited about eating the lovely bacon and fried onions, that the recepticle for their enclosure never crossed my tiny mind... now I am sat here... in pain, again... and I have no-one to blame but myself. On the plus side, the bacon was fecking gorgeous, but then at £3 per roll, if it hadn't been I would have thrown it at the bloke who cooked it. We also got some nice biscuits, fudge, tomatoes, pears, cheese, butter and a cauliflower (which were all fairly over-priced, but they were local and they were nice people, so guilt won over common sense on this occasion).

My car is still doing its impression of a piece of art outside the front door (ie, not starting or doing anything else useful!)... I am going to call the breakdown service out tomorrow, they should be able to at least tell me what the problem is not if not what it is... plus they will also tow the car to a garage for me at no extra cost (and I have two weeks from the initial call-out to use that service... hence my waiting until tomorrow as I'll get two Saturdays within that fortnight).

I'm still incredulous at my own idiocy in eating that roll (I'd worry about me, if it wasn't already far too late to bother).