There are some things I will never have under my roof.
Frasier’s dad’s armchair, a television, any print by Jack Vettriano, velour upholstery, a microwave, parsnips (when roasted, easily mistaken for a roast potato), a lava lamp, Donald Trump …
This is what was delivered early this morning. It looks like a television but is a microwave.
Its raison d’être is to defrost Bertie’s food. Now it’s here, squatting malevolently on a pine dresser in the kitchen, it may have other uses. To make room for this cuckoo in our minimalist nest two obsolete items had to be discarded: a cd/radio with broken radio and a landline telephone with a flat battery.
Bad news. Our cleaner has got the virus and we wish him a speedy recovery. He has been coming fortnightly, instead of weekly, as a compromise between cleanliness and coronavirus compliance, although cleaners are permitted to visit until the rules change again. More bad news.
“A new horror is stalking the nation’s streets: dognapping, lockdown having yielded what one politician refers to as the “worst time ever” for canine theft. Gangs and opportunists alike are being spurred by a lockdown dog boom, in which animals can be traded for several thousand pounds per sale.
Most miscreants are hunting for trained dogs for new owners reluctant to go through laborious schooling ; others seek out placid pets to be used as bait in dog fights. A friend who was recently addressed by three would-be thieves in east London was informed by local police that walking her beagle in public was akin to flashing a Rolex.” (The Daily Telegraph)
How will they know Bertie isn’t trained?
I can’t seem to find the e-paper-trail seeking and receiving the architect’s imprimatur for this addition to the kitchen?
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I can imagine the reaction of the Architect to this carbuncle ???