What is the world coming to, etc, etc

Late yesterday afternoon I was overcome by a strange and strong desire to have a nap. I fought against it, I really did, because having naps is for old people*. Particularly my mother, and I am not turning into her, no, no, no. But I couldn't stand up for ever and as soon as I sat down my eyes fell closed and my fate was sealed.

While I slept, I dreamt that all my molars were pulled out by some invisible force and floated about in the cavernous auditorium that was my mouth, watched by all my other teeth. So I have chosen to interpret my body's need for a nap as its reaction to having a tooth extracted, as opposed to it reaching The Napping Age.

Getting away from teeth at last, today I saw this thing advertised in a kitchenware shop catalogue. A device to cut a slice of toast into fingers! I've got one of them; mine's called a knife.



* Or younger people who don't have enough opportunity to sleep at night, I suppose.