You get what you (over)pay for?

As it’s Christmas time, I decided to push the boat out and treat myself a little, so I bought some proper Weetabix instead of the supermarket own brand ones that cost a third of the price. I soon regretted my decision. This morning, I had that satisfying moment of cutting one of the biscuits in half with a spoon, only to notice while lifting it to my mouth that there was a long black hair nicely woven within it. It was literally hanging out of the centre of the ‘bix as I moved it up to my mouth. For those of you not familiar with my appearance, and who might be thinking that it came from me, let me tell you I have rapidly thinning BROWN hair. My wife’s hair is much, much darker but is also cut fairly short at the moment. It’s a bit longer at the back, but certainly isn’t ten inches long, like the bad boy that was dangling from my breakfast at five to eight this morning.
Suffice to say my appetite disappeared quicker than fans of Kevin Spacey’s acting have disappeared over the past couple of months, and a photo and accompanying e-mail is currently sitting in the complaints department of the customer services division at their Head Office. Or maybe it’s sitting in some minimum wage  cyber secretarys inbox somewhere on the Indian sub-continent. Either way if I don’t get a big Christmas hamper from them I’m never spending money on their products again. 

RC 18-12-17