Oh, you can't imagine the anger and frustration this morning. The other day, my soggy Western Leader arrived. I dutifully removed the free rubber band and unwrapped my paper. I left it to dry on the bench.
This morning, it was a bit crunchy, but dry. I chucked the homes section into the recycling bin. We don't need it to start fires anymore.
I then, eagerly began my assault on the events of the past week+. The silly comments of many of my neighbours. The news stories that don't give many facts, but lots of opinions.
Then I came to the last page.
I went back through. Searching.
I then went from back to front. Searching.
Where was it? Where was my sudoku? Where was my crossword puzzle? Was it in the Home section? No.
Curse you Western Leader!! You have let me down for the last time.
(These are the kinds of rubbish complaints I love about Neighbourly. I assume that the WL was a couple of pages of news and comments short of needing another sheet and had to cut the games section. Oh well.)
The king wanted to go fishing, and he asked the royal weather forecaster the forecast for the next few hours.
The palace meteorologist assured him that there was no chance of rain.
So the king and the queen went fishing.
On the way he met a man with a fishing pole riding on a donkey, and he asked the man if the fish were biting.
The fisherman said, "Your Majesty, you should return to the palace! In just a short time I expect a huge rain storm."
The king replied: "I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an educated and experienced professional. Besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him."
So the king continued on his way.
However, in a short time torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked.
Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the meteorologist.
Then he summoned the fisherman and offered him the prestigious position of royal forecaster.
The fisherman said, "Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting. I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey's ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain."
So the king hired the donkey.
And so began the practice of hiring dumb asses to work in influential positions of government.
The practice is unbroken to this day.
I was NOT expecting to see that open quite so soon - I thought they were a long way off, because I'd seen no sign of them opening until now! =O Heh. =P And I know it's not apparent, but there's eight buds around and below this flower!!!!!!!! =O I didn't know this until I checked. =O But I LOVE the pinky colours!!!!!!!! =D ENJOY!!!!!!!! =D Heheheheh!!!!! =D