Monday. Grey drizzly Monday. Grey drizzly Monday that starts with a trip to the dentist, then is followed up by waiting for a plumber.
Who said being a grown up isn’t fun?!
Still. Could be worse. Could be far worse. I lead a blessed little life really, tooth abscess aside. Am cheering myself up by reading the news. Care to know what I think of it…..
I saw a story about a butcher who has been forced to stop hanging dead stuff in the window because of complaints. Has to be said, their normal displays featured pig and deer heads, rabbits, and birds hung up for viewing, and sometimes a line of dead squirrels. A little bit horror show perhaps.
I am a vegetarian, I look the other way when I pass butchers, but I wonder how many of those who complained are meat eaters? I don’t ever lecture people on what they should and should not eat, it is a personal decision, and I don’t mind what you put in your mouth. But if you eat meat you should probably happily accept where it comes from, or am I wrong? If you eat bacon, but don’t want to see a dead pig in the butchers window is that not a little hypocritical? Maybe it’s just me who thinks that. As you were.
There is a bunch of stuff about Scottish Independence in all the papers. I would be sad if Scotland went, I like them. But having said that, where is our vote on independence? It sort of seems like it effects us too, but we don’t get a say, given a chance I would vote for the formation of the Principality of Cisco. It’s border would start at my front door, and end at the chimney. I might stake a claim slightly further, if I can, on the little courtyard out the back that the shop downstairs barely use. I could set up my parliament in the shack at the back, and hold important governmental debates in there with my family.
I will be in charge, obviously. My teenager can be Minister for the Environment, perhaps that title might make her take responsibility for some of the mess she makes? My ten year old can be in charge of technology and planning, all that Minecrafting will be put to good use. The toddler will be Minister of Education, he knows how to learn stuff without being told how to. My Other Half can write us a new national anthem, and it will totally rock. And I will get to work on our flag, it is important to have a flag. I am thinking of incorporating the Jolly Rodger, but softening its effect with some flamingo and biscuit additions. It will be a society based on kindness and love, though our health care will be a bit shoddy, mostly involving a 2 year old and a toy stethoscope.
Elsewhere, Piers Morgan has lost his job. Awwww. Shame. (looks for sarcasm font)
Hows your Monday going?