In the 'total cock-up' theory of existence, which I have posited occasionally when all you can really do is laugh out loud at life, it doesn't matter what you do it will be wrong in some way. You've met my mother then.
I found the missing piece of down-pipe in the park up the road, stuffed in the hedge, whilst out for a walk yesterday. I now have three lengths of down-pipe as the one John-o and I used was twice the length we needed and the half we cut off is in the cellar.
Next time someone steals my down-pipe and hides it in the park hedge I'll be ready for them. Of course my TCU theory says that they will steal anything but the down-pipe over the next ten years until the point where I feel it is a waste of time keeping two lengths of pipe in the cellar and throw them out. Then they will return.
God I love life.
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