Poor wee gastropods keep slithering across the path leading to my house, and it’s nearly impossible to distinguish them from shrivelled leaves until I feel that sickening crunch underfoot. I look, and there’s yet another creature with its brittle shell shattered and driven into its slimy flesh. I’m sorry.
Last night I went out on a household emergency, buying loo-roll since we were nearly out. The corner store didn’t have our flavour of Andrex, so I bought the one they had that was the closest approximation. It has puppies on it, and features this as its Unique Selling Proposition. I don’t know what product development person managed to push this product through, but contrary to whatever market research they did, I really, really don’t want to wipe my @rse with a puppy! And look how they show it, holding out a paw like it’s offering itself up as a sacrifice. “I know I’m cute and adorable, but I also realise that you have needs, great human master.”
Sick.
Now if it were a kitten, sure.
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Most of my life right now is going on in my head (like Chapter 17 of Finitude, which is underway), so I haven’t anything to report.
