My Mystery Bananas

There were mystery bananas in the supermarket today. They were on the conveyor belt and the woman whose groceries were being scanned had a minor tizzy about how they weren't her bananas, and the checkout operator had a corresponding tizzy about how did those bananas get there, and they both went on and on and on about what a mad mystery it all was, and cool was not being kept all round. They even tried to involve me, asking accusingly if they were my bananas, but I help up the bananas that were still in my basket to show that they were nothing to do with me. They eventually solved the problem by taking the bananas off the conveyor. Crisis over.

A book jumped out at me from the library's Just Returned shelves the other day, a coffee table book about interesting hotels around the world. Glass igloos in Finland, giant baubles hanging from trees in Canada, a seashell in Mexico, a giant beagle in the US. Same old, same old.

I liked the German entry best. A bed in a garden! As far as I can tell, it costs €42* for a night in the garden and €46 for a room indoors. (My brain doesn't do euros. Does that seem like a fair thing?) Anyway, looking at the photos, there seems to be a door in the garden. Just a door, not attached to any walls. I really like that.



* Or is it 42€?