We got through to Asda but the guy said they hadnt taken the money but we got the “your order is being processed” on the app and if the money was already gone you get “there was a problem processing your order”.. We just said ok and hang up. Really shitty though, cash less, milk less and hardly any food, gas already in emergency, again. Wish we hadnt ordered the new bed cause they cant deliver it anyway cause of all the snow. Ug.

..

“.. guess we will have to phone Niall then.”

After the call was over we asked her if she thought we would and she said no that me and the lad would end up in hospital with malnutrition before that. We said it takes more than a few days less food for real malnutrition to kick in but she didn’t look particularly comforted by it. It was the last of those calls but neither of us felt like celebrating it because it meant the end of contact between us as well.

Did I mention we fucking hate this slaver haven planet because it annihilates all humanity and predetermines everything so nothing ever changes.


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