In some ways I blame myself. I tried to make G more industrious, more able to multi-task, more willingly to use time efficiently. In reality, what I have done is create a monster. Now every time there is an ad break in a programme we have to get up and do chores – primarily clearing up the trail of destruction that G has left in the kitchen (not that I’m complaining that I have my dinner cooked for me…). I now get dragged away from my important tasks such as sitting in a stupor to instead load the dishwasher. This might be part of a cunning plan to try and convince me that we should get a cleaner, but I will not be moved on that subject. Particularly given that the main reason we would need one is out sheer laziness rather than living in palatial surroundings that we need to employ staff to maintain.
Mind you, every time there is a lottery draw, I do always firmly believe that I’m going to be a millionaire. I am always therefore disappointed when the lottery lets me down by failing to draw the correct numbers. However, when I do actually win the jackpot I might allow us to have a chauffeur.
In other matters, I read the story about the council that has renamed Spotted Dick as Spotted Richard. Apparently a local councillor described it as “political correctness” gone mad. But if you actually read the story, it seems that the name change was in response to some immature colleagues making a joke about the name of the dessert. So, not really anything to do with ‘political correctness’ and more about trying to stop the catering staff from using their knives for something other than slicing the sponge dessert. It seems a reasonable compromise to me.
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