Zippy the cat is pretty obsessive about trying to open up closed doors for no obvious reason. This bathroom door is a particular favourite and we just capitulate and open up the door. Slowly his persistent claws are breaking down the painted surface. It seems that no amount of counseling, bribery or diversion tactics can stop this behaviour. Send help money.
It's very satisfying to try to buy a second hand auto part on eBay and be able to confirm that the correct stock and model number match up before pulling the trigger. Then when it arrives (really quickly) and it easily fits and works because they actually did send the correct part, then you are, for a very brief period of time, the king of that very small world that you seem to inhabit when awake.
People often ask me just how posh I am and despite my rich (?) working class heritage I sometimes struggle to arrive at a decent and honest response. It's a befuddling enigma. In order to help answering this question I've developed the "Brie" index. In simple terms I believe that your poshness can be measured by how much Brie your household consumes in a single European week i.e. 7 days. Turns out our household consumes one reasonably sized pack, as above. That's all I know. The research is at too early a stage to draw conclusions. You are welcome to take the test, free of charge.
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