Saturday, 15 August 2015

Nitrile Gloves Are Handy !

The sweet smell of grilled bacon caressed my nostrils as I entered the café. It was a normal Saturday, me with my full English and a large coffee, and Bentley, the dog, with his sausages. As the chef prepared our breakfast, I noticed the bright blue gloves which he was wearing. After our weekly refuel, we set off for the park. Bentley was bouncing around and play with his friends. 

I sat down and watched him enjoy himself, when suddenly he assumed the position. I quickly whipped out my pair of gloves and rushed over. After clearly up the mess, we set off home. 

Once we had arrived home, my dear wife held up a paintbrush and a bucket of paint. I spent the rest of the afternoon, painting the lounge wall in what my wife called “custard”, but just looked like the colour yellow, surprisingly. Having worn my gloves, my hands were the only part of my body which wasn’t covered in paint. The evening soon approach and I just managed to finish the painting before the football began; the match of the year was about to take place Barcelona against Bayern Munich in the Champions League Final. 

A quick shower and a glass of beer later, I found myself slumped in front of the television in record timing. Disaster! Messi is tackled by Ribery, down he goes. The physio emerges from the dugout, with his first aid bag in hand. Minutes later they whipped out a pair of electric blue gloves, and like magic Messi was back on his feet and running circles around them all in no time.

Watching “CSI Miami” I snuggled down into my warm bed. As the detective investigated the crime scene they put on their gloves and began to inspect the scene. Once that was over, I snuggled down into my nice warm bed; I will definitely be dreaming about gloves tonight.