Mike’s Meandering Mumbles

I understand that UK has finally finished repairs and come out of recession. Good old Gordon can now concentrate on his looming defeat in the coming polls. But I care not, although I do care that tomorrow will see the latest cash injection into my account.

A handful of gold is always a pleasure and, unlike a pirate, I will be spending it rather than burying it. We need some new furniture and a trip to IKEA might be on our minds.

Or perhaps I should consider that a spot of interesting booze is an entitlement after so long adhering to a diet.

Or perhaps a trip to the centre of the universe, or was that the “Big Apple”, might be in order, but after reflection and close inspection of the map provided I realised I would certainly get us both completely lost and that staying in continents that we understood, Asia, Africa and Europe, was probably for the best.

So I feel that spending the odd shekel that I may have is better spent on the farm and my delightful pigs. There is so much pleasure to be derived by seeing them looking over the fence as one comes up to them. And the funny little wrinkle of the nose (snout?) as they recognise me is something to be savoured.