At the End of the Day

The Slog

Autumn is coming, and the walnuts are getting fat. The mirabelles are starting to yellow, the weather has mercifully cooled a little, and the house feels astonishingly empty after last week. When a baby granddaughter leaves, her entourage of must-have equipment goes with her.

For a week, the hallway looked like a branch of Mothercare during a Spring sale: trolleys, pool ring, babymat, feeding cloths, boxes, boxes containing more boxes. Having a child these days will bankrupt a person before even the first birthday is achieved.

Opening the fridge was like going into a macrobiotic hypochondriac’s cabinet. Fluids of various hue, off-white things, steamed things, things with gunk in them, things floating in antispectic liquids, and things which I can’t get past ‘thing’ as a description because I still have no idea what they were. The dishwasher revealed the complete range of Russian dolls but composed of clear plastic. A…

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Please send me, as a comment to this page, any old material you have for inclusion in The Daily Joke Alert - to help enable us all to have our fancy tickled regularly! Never mind the state it's in as I tidy everything up prior to publication. Don't let good material go to waste - and so much does. In the interests of the environment we should always try to re-cycle everything, especially jokes. You know that makes sense! You may find some historical stuff here, but this does not really matter as humor is fairly timeless.

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