Soup for Jill Y

I love Jill Y. I love her smile, her lack of a sense of humour and the fact that she can find the credit card even when I hide it in another country. A mistake was made and I was allowed to go to the shops to buy some soup. On reflection, this was a bad idea. Shops confuse me massively with all the people and food and people buying food. I knew she liked the soup that came in the red packet but they didn't seem to have any. Instead I got her something else in a red packet and all of a sudden I'm the bad guy and not am allowed to go for a beer with Thirsty Dave for the rest of the year: