Haberdashery – that is something you don’t see much of these days, even between consenting adults. It seems Make Do and Mend has gone the way of the electric valve, hippies and tramlines. Still, you can’t have everything as you’d have trouble finding a box big enough to put it all in, as well as the danger of Russell’s Paradox leaking out all over your nice clean floor.
Still, or – if you prefer - having a slight twitch every now and again, that is the way the cookie crumbles, or even the way the apple crumble cooks.
Don’t forget the custard though. Apple crumble with fresh hot custard is – I believe – guaranteed under the European Convention on Human Rights. Therefore to serve it on its own – without even the mitigation of – say – ice cream would be a very serious criminal offence, punishable by Death by Chat show in several European countries (and Wales).
Anyway, moving on, I see that today is – again – Tomorrow Eve, yet another one of those days that comes before the day after it, a bit like all our yesterdays in that respect, but without the dubious fashion choices. Although, as I get older I do believe something can be said in defence of the tank top – although, whether that defence should be a plea of insanity I leave to finer legal minds than my own, which – to be honest – has a habit of wandering off on its own, leaving me here feeling like a bit of a git.
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