It's Tuesday, it's raining and it's cold. But I'm in my lovely warm house so I'm sorted!
I just scanned the bag!! I'll put it on now if I can figure out how... Well I know how but I have to get it uploaded first, and I'd have to put it on Helen's site. And Helen is out.
But it's like a deluge out there! I'm waiting for my budgie to be called up for ark duty, it's that bad. Either that or God's wrath has already been extracted against us and we're all going to drown over the next 38 days.
I'm not sure what I'm going to write today, all I've been pondering is how many ways there are to make £1. There's something like 297 ways to make $1, but they have quarters and we have 2 penny pieces. Don't tell me! I'm going to figure it out myself.
But let me tell you the rules of the box game (see
Thing of the Day for Saturday 19th October 2002). It is very simple, but can be quite painful if you are not properly warmed up, as I found out. You need an empty cardboard box (preferably a light one), and numerous strange pople with nothing better to do.
There is only one rule to this game: when picking up the box with your teeth, you cannot touch anything other than your feet on the ground. That means no hands, no fingers, no knees, no bums and no noses.
It was my first time playing this game, and I won! You have to pick up the box as described above, and each round you tear about an inch or two off the top of the box, making it smaller and smaller. It got down to an inch and a half above the ground, and Anne couldn't pick it up whereas I could. I picked it up, nearly in the box splits, and promptly fell flat on my arse squealing quietly in pain.
I may never have children!
And it finally dawned on me that I'm interested in meteorology. Food for thought.
