Sometimes I enjoy cooking, but this wasn't one of those times. I was chopping up a cabbage for lunch. (I fry cabbage with a little bit of bacon and garlic - very good) And I was bored, bored, bored.
The knife hit something hard. There, in the very centre of the cabbage, gleamed a massive pearl, almost the size of a sprout.
I stared, entranced. It must be worth millions! I pictured myself lying on a coral-pink beach in the Bahamas, while a fit, young waiter, wearing very little, brought me cocktails. No washing up, no laundry, no cooking.
But the pearl began to crack, like an eggshell.
To be continued... (probably)
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