At the crack of quite early this morning AM, whilst watching the clock tick towards pill poppin’ time, I was patiently going through the news channels on the TV in a forlorn search for the actual news rather than the fluff an’ puff they pass off as news, when I stumbled into a quiz show. I was just in time to hear the question asking fellow ask a young, but not that young lady the name of the sea that separates England from the Netherlands. The young, but not that young lady answered in a heartbeat and with great confidence, “The Pacific.” Basic geography not your strong point then young, but not that young lady?
Never mind girl; you’re not alone:
Finally, I’d like to ask Greta Thumbelina, blessed be her name, where that global warming is you promised us as I’m getting a tad fed up with this rain falling from gloomy grey skies and the high winds, all requiring the fire to be on for an hour or so of an evening to warm these old bones of mine.
Quote; Neil Gaiman.
“Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing.”
2 comments:
Our fire has been on all evening. If this is global warming I'd prefer global scorching so we can turn the fire off in July.
A K Haart,
Ain't that the truth. At least the wind is keeping those beautiful windmills turning.
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