Q: What fool said it is impossible to waste time?

As a result of the update on my previous post, I have an especially extra-long weekend to look forward to. Another chance not to do all those little things at home which I have been putting off for years.

I hope you appreciate the effort it has taken me to avoid any mention of the millions of birds and animals which are probably going to have to be slaughtered and burned in the fields in the next couple of weeks  because there are not enough qualified abattoir workers to process them for the supermarkets.  Oops, I mentioned it.

I made a discovery during a rare visit to the pub last night. There is a reason why I cannot just stop for one drink and then go home like sensible people can. Having two or three enables me to put up with the otherwise intolerable bores which (who?) you find in any pub or bar around the world. The trouble is that it is a vicious circle. After the little spark of kindred spirit has been kindled into a smoky, feeble, turf-sod of a damp and inhospitable fire, it always seems as though one more will make it better. It never does and three is always my maximum.

Our electricity provider went bust yesterday. I think that we will be forced to buy our power from ex Vice President Al Gore in the next few days. Who would have thought that life would become even stranger by the day when we were silently standing around in the car-free streets outside supermarkets like figures in a De Chirico painting two years ago?

This post is beginning to read like 'The Naming of Parts', except without the poetry.

A: Me.