1 broken bottle lying on the floor

Its good to be back in the thick of blogging again. Especially when events such as what happened on Saturday night are there to be recounted..
It was a normal night just like any other. Watkins, Mr. K and I were on our usual post-work shopping trip, nothing was out of the ordinary. Then, rather innocuously, the trouble started. Firstly Mr. K asked me if I would carry his excessively heavily packed basket across the store. Upon looking at him apologetically and saying that I was tired after my long day at work, he then proceeded to produce a dangerous looking implement that I later learned was a knife from his belongings and told me that if I didnt do as he demanded then there'd be man meat for sale at Sainsburys. With such a threat ringing in my ears, I had no other option but to comply.
Shortly afterwards Mr. K then placed 3 Sheppys cider bottles ON THE TOP of all the other shopping. To add insult to the precarious position of the bottles, my tormentor then muttered in Dorset tones, "Ooh, they'll fall off they will." To prove Bath's answer to Punksatawny Phil correct, one of the bottles did indeed fall and break into tiny little pieces on the shop floor. Mr. K then had the audacity to request that I clear it up. Over-awed by his sharp piece of soothsayery I had not the capacity to respond in a language known to man. This ends a somewhat stormy edition of what I believe will be a more frequent 'SIMON SAYS' throughout 2008. Fin