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The Moral Maze

I am in a quandary. When Julia went to work this morning she left five chocolates in the box from yesterday, and a clear explanation of what would happen if there weren’t at least three left when she returned.

An hour or two I found myself looking at an empty box. I’, mot sure what happened, and this isn’t really the place to discuss it, but we seem to have been the victims of some sort of specialist robber.

I bought a replacement box when I shopped this afternoon and the box is sitting on the coffee table waiting to be eaten.

The question is – do I eat most of the chocolates to reduce the numbers to five (and endanger my diet) or do I leave the box full and hope she doesn’t notice?

After all, if she sees it has filled up again she might think it is a magic box and might expect it to fill up every morning…

What would you do?

Some Thoughts From Last Week

Another week already, and I have a list of subjects to discuss from last week.

How about the kitchen gadget that tells you if you’re poor? It’s not another app, and it’s nothing to do with online banking.

According to one of the Mums on Mumsnet, it’s a tin opener.  If you own one it means you are too poor to afford tins with ring-pull tops.  If you really are rich, why are you buying cans at all? If I was rich I’d have domestic staff, so here’s one for Mumsnet – if you’re doing your own cooking you aren’t rich.

It also seems, from reading around the subject, that some users of Food Banks need ring pull cans as they don’t have can openers, either through poverty or lack of kitchen drawers (as in sleeping rough).

However, for me that’s only the first in a chain of questions. Is it just me or are tin openers getting more flimsy? I’ve taken several back but it gets to a point where I just can’t be bothered. I suppose that’s the idea – they are so cheap that most people would rather be ripped off than go to the trouble of taking something back.


Pizzas with sweetcorn and pineapple from tins

I have a good one at home. We’ve had it so long that I can’t remember where it came from. But ones I bought for the farm kitchen lasted months at best and one only lasted for one can. It wasn’t as if we used them much, maybe once a fortnight to open sweetcorn and pineapple for pizza toppings.

Finally – mixed news. Our court case about the attempted burglary has taken place and the malefactor has been convicted and handed a custodial sentence. This is good, because we feel like he’s been punished. However, it doesn’t get us back the £70 we had to spend on repairing the window.


CSI van investigating the scene of the crime.

The other problem is that I’m not sure that jail is the best place for him. Someone who is so far down the pile that he resorts to robbing allotments really needs hope and retraining, not time in jail.



Bad Start

When I dropped Julia off at work we noticed a table on the veranda had been knocked over.

“Must have been windy last night.” I said.

“Or we’ve been burgled.”

They had an attempted break in last week and she can sometimes concentrate on the negative too much.

I, on the other hand, can sometimes be wrong, and I was wrong today.

A person of low moral standards had indeed tried, unsuccessfully, to break in. They have wrecked the door handle, scratched the exterior, left boot prints all over the front and strained the window shutters.

What they didn’t do was gain entry. And if they had have done their haul would have been confined to a selection of second-hand gardening books and used wellingtons.

I imagine the police are looking for a youth of low intelligence and poor upper body strength,. He will be either unemployed or in a low-paid job.

“How,” asked my imaginary assistant, “can you tell that? (Apart from the fact the majority of burglars fall into that category).”

Well, he’s male because he wears big boots. He’s stupid because there’s clearly nothing of value in there. He’s not in a highly paid job, because if he was he’d have access to £10 and he could buy a decent wrecking bar. He has poor upper body strength because anyone with decent strength would have levered the door or shutters within minutes, even using a makeshift tool. And finally he’s youthful because nobody over 40 could lift his legs enough to leave boot prints that high up a wall.

The police, meanwhile, are going to come out and look at the damage.

They say the boot prints are unlikely to be of much value.

This is real life, not CSI – no database of boot prints for us.





A day of strange events

It’s been a funny old day.

It started normally, and as I parked to collect a prescription, although I did notice a police car parked by the side of the road. That’s slightly unusual.

I collected the prescription and drew cash from the nearby cash machine, which gave me four £5 notes with my cash. They don’t usually dispense fives, but these are the new plastic ones and I imagine they are trying to get them into circulation quickly.

Then I crossed the road to the jeweller’s to see them about some earrings for Julia, to find them giving statements to the police after fighting off an attempted hold up.

After buying the earrings I drove past a public toilet that appears to have been converted to a coffee shop (though it was closed). The link shows the sale was over a year ago, but I’m sure it was still up for sale last month. Maybe it was a matter of convenience, though there was reportedly no chain. I hope the new buyer is flushed with success.

Then, at the narrow entrance to the supermarket car park I had to take avoiding action as a determined elderly lady insisted on driving the wrong way and using it as an exit.

In the shop I discovered I had won the lottery last week. After buying a ticket for tonight I had sixty pence left. I’m still deciding whether to blow it on partying or invest it for my old age.

Finally arriving at work, I did some paperwork and assembled the wormery for next week (which will be described later) the day became more normal.