Walking to the park at lunch an old lady walked up to me and shoved a tangled ball of steel wool in my face.
"It's electronic," she said. And then closing her fist around it walked off again.
Whatever will those crazy scientists think off next?
I don't want to do this too you, I really don't. But I'm so proud I will anyway.
I'm about to show you some leftover curry and jacket potato, rather in the way that a toddler will shove a potty in your nose and say look what i did! Readers of a squeamish disposition may prefer to look away now and resort to reading the rest of this entry in brail instead.
Why, you may ask (you nosey bugger,) am I so proud of my fermenting remains. Well, because they are remains! I have never before walked away from a plate of purchased food without eating every last edible scrap, licking the bowl clean and prising any remaning sustenance away with a a scalpel at the crockery's molecular level. But yesterday, eating slower, enjoying my food and taking my time I felt happy to leave about a quid’s worth of food (two twix bars worth!) simply because I didn't really need it.
Of course, I could have just written about this rather than subject you to an image of it, but then I might as well use this fancy camera phone for something.
Isn't it wonderful how technology is enriching our lives...
