Ian and I were enjoying what might in other circumstances be known as fusion food, however in this particular set of circumstances was known as left overs from the last few days, while plotting world domination. It’s the local elections this Sunday and we realized that we don’t know how to vote. This led on to a discussion about how to stand for election, which naturally developed into how to stand for other elections and ending in how to rule the world. Given that the only thing we could think that we would do on the receipt of such powers is to change sale-by dates to the date of manufacture (so that people can make up their own minds about when to eat something by), I don’t think that we could be accused of abusing power. Ian would get to wear some nice braids and hats though, which he has quite fancied after seeing the ceremony on Monday.
Fusion
Our garden furniture is decomposing at a startling rate of knots. Our wicker topped chairs, which we thought led some authenticity to our patio, instead have provided a little outdoor scratching post for the cats, and the bottom fell out of another, leaving me to think that perhaps we ought to get moving with our plans for building some new chairs, which will be wicker free.
The vet is coming to see Basil later. Basil’s taken quite a step backwards in the last 24 hours and we’d originally thought we’d ask the vet to come out to simply get his advice for caring for Basil, however we’re now thinking that if the vet suggests that Basil is put to sleep then we’ll follow his advice.