Slightly squashed.

It's that time of the month when I'm feeling a bit flattened.
So when I passed the new sandwich shop this morning
(1 woman, 3 types of freshly baked scones everyday,
3 kinds of homemade soup, lord she knows how to put the hours in).
I treated myself to a sultana and peach scone.
Hot, straight out of the oven.
But being a stupid, slightly dim woman I put it in my bag.
Guess how it came out?

Dough. Doh.