My blog about the piece of toast on my balcony and emotional rollercoasters

On Saturday, there was a piece of toast on my balcony. This means one of the neighbours has at some point chucked a piece of toast out of the window. 


Seriously, why would you do that? What kind of situation makes you throw toast out the window?


If anyone can fathom this toast throwing incident, Don't reply here, get yourself down to CERN and have a word with Brian cox as you are clearly able to solve other mysteries of the universe


Also, I have news of an exciting development. I am inventing an emotional rollercoaster. 

I'm going to invent and patent it. Then, I won't let anyone go on it. Then, when reality tv contestants say something is like being on an emotional rollercoaster, I will "No, it isn't. How would you know anyway, you've never been on the world's only emotional rollercoaster."
Then, I'll probably sue them or something.


If I don't do that I might go on a reality programme and say 'its like being on an emotional ghost train/waltzers/teacup things'