I promised my new friends in Another Place that I'd bake them some scones for tomorrow's shift. Calm down Ursa Minor, you know you're always on a diet and my new friends are gourmets unlike you lot in Spide City who think the local take-out places are dee-lish-us and that McDonalds is manna from heaven.
So I got all the ingredients to make the Another Place gourmets my yummy scones. Except I didn't get buttermilk. Because I had buttermilk. But I hadn't buttermilk. Because Bert had drank it all to wash down his boiled beetroots.
I am very cross.