This weather not just sucks, it now sucks officially. It’s uglier than the Scottish parliament building. I am sitting by the window, cuddling the radiator and playing the game I’ve just invented – “guess the suicide rate in Scotland”.
Here’s the joke that my sister thought should cheer me up:
A shipwreck. A woman and two men are stranded on a deserted island. A week passes, the woman thinks: “I can’t go on like this” and dies. Another week passes, the men understand that they can’t go on like this and bury her body. Another week goes by, the men realise that they can’t go on like that either and dig out the corpse again.
For an extended, less dramatic version, go here.
Well, at least I don’t contemplate the possibility of increasing Scottish statistics anymore.