Yesterday morning as I
scoffed my toast and watched the telly the stars of "Earth 2"
were dying for lack of water. In this morning's episode they were
camped next to a rather large river. No one commented on this; least
of all my dog who was intent on eating the crusts of my toast.
Winter is officially here
as for the first time I had to scrape the ice off of my car's
windscreen. I say "scrape" - it's nothing that
pouring a bottle of cold water can't shift. But it is still cold.
As I drove to work I felt
rather sorry for the boss of the power company Eon. He'd been daft
enough to come on to the radio to be interviewed, and the
interviewers weren't especially kind to him. Bearing in mind his
company is one of the few not to have announced a serious price rise
I thought they were somewhat mean to the poor chap. However like
everyone else in the power business, he was utterly unable to explain
how anyone can actually physically change electricity or gas supplier
when the stuff you use comes down the same cables and pipes (you
just pay someone else).
The morning's news also
featured an interview with Chas and Dave who have (apparently)
now been a double act for fifty years. Personally I prefer the dulcet
(and ruder) toner of Ivor Biggun, but I have never been known for my
musical bent.
I stopped off in the
Cheapo Bargains shop as I had a few minutes spare. Last night "Furry
Face TM" didn't eat his tea. I had
flashbacks of the last time he was off his food. But he wasn't ill
this time. He was just being fussy. he's not too keenon tinned dog
food. Last night when he thought no one was looking he would quietly
scoff some of the dog food he was pretending to ignore. He just
didn't like it as much as he likes sardines. You wouldn't have
thought that a dog would like sardines, but Patagonian Tripe Hounds
are not your average mutt.
I thought I'd see how
much the sardines were in the Cheapo Bargains shop. I expected, or at
least hoped, that the Cheapo Bargains shop would live up to its name.
It didn't. Their sardines were eleven pence per tin more expensive
than Morrisons. It pays to shop about.
Last week I saw they were
selling USB speakers. I quite liked the idea of having one; I saw the
price. Twenty quid. I thought better of that idea.
And so to work where the
burning question of the day was "Would you rather be a
crocodile-sized fish, or a fish-sized crocodile".
For those of my loyal
readership who cannot spot the blindingly obvious I will merely say
that there is a correct answer and a clearly stupid answer.
I will not insult
anyone's intelligence by pointing out which is which.
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