I was washing up the other day, and it was hellish. The kitchen was in danger of going rotten, and there were no clean cups, so it had to be done really. I was scraping something or other off of the bottom of a pan, the water tepid and murky with matter by this stage, when up through the detritus floated a little white oblong. It was a word from the fridge poetry, fallen as if to cast judgement on us all, for the word was 'filthy'. Amused me, anyway.
Soup? Why didn't context get any soup?