There were some references to hell today. My esteemed mate subscribes to the view that we’re already in it but just don’t recognize it. In other words, we’ve already been naughty people and have been consigned down here.
What brought this on in his case was that there was a clear road on Sunday on our usual jaunt, so he swung round to do a three point turn and suddenly there were, I counted, 34 cars the other way and a bank of cars honking our way. Now there had seriously been none at all at the point of turning.
What brought this on in my case were scissors first and a prepayment key for the lekky second.
The scissors. It’s been a week now and they still have not reappeared. I don’t believe anyone stole them, I clearly mislaid them and yet, on the law of averages, they should have turned up by now.…