Washing Up

Every day, I don’t quite complete the washing up because there’s not enough room in the drainer, where I leave things to air and dry. Next time I pass and see stuff is dry, I put everything away and wash up the next batch. In the meantime more has piled up, and there isn’t room on the drainer.

There’s a metaphor for something there, if you look.

What Fools These Mortals Be

What Shakespeare Play Are You?


A Midsummer Night's Dream


You often get into strange mix-ups, particularly when it comes to romance, but no matter how crazy your life gets, it all works out in the end.

Up, Up and Away

Another one for the Department of Not Big, Not Clever

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/apr/24/brazil

(and presumably being a priest he's already out of the gene pool so isn't eligible for a Darwin)