It was about 2 weeks ago that I laid the last coat of Estapol on the floor, and just in time too because the fumes may have been getting to me. (The fumes were so strong that Reg could smell them as he drove up my driveway.)
After finishing with the varnishing I prepared my usual lunch of a ham and cheese sandwich with hot English mustard on toasted bread. The loaf of bread was open and slumped over on the counter and I grabbed two slices and put them in the toaster. When the toast popped up I spread the mustard, made the sandwich, and went to the verandah to enjoy my lunch in fresh air.
I had trouble biting through the lower piece of bread. It was as though the bread was stale, which surprised me because the loaf of only about 2 days old. I bit down hard and yanked out a piece of sandwich and started chewing. The ham and cheese went down but I was left with this doughy lump that I could not get down no matter how hard I chewed. Rather than swallow the golf ball sized lump I removed it from my mouth to have a look at it. I stretched it but it would not come apart. I looked at the rest of the sandwich and it looked normal. Eventually I figured out what I was dealing with.
The lower piece of "toast" was an ordinary kitchen sponge which happened to be the same color, thickness, and size of a slice of wholemeal bread. I figure that I had scooped it up from the counter thinking that it was the real thing. It toasted fine and had the same consistency of bread. Later I showed the "bread" to Reg and he could not tell it from the real thing.
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| Sponge masquerading as wholemeal bread |
I'm just glad that I didn't try to swallow that lump of sponge. Even if I had gotten it down without choking there was the prospect of presenting myself at the hospital emergency clinic and enduring the smirks of the staff when the truth came out.
The photo shows the toasted sponge with mustard. The loose corner is what I tried to chew and swallow.
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