Pimp My Hundred Bucks - Part Fourteen
I would like to call this entry, “The Art of Going Backwards”. I knew this week wasn’t going to be a good one. It’s the end of the Summer Break here in New Zealand and scores of children and awkward teenagers are flocking back to school while parents, myself among them, have returned to their jobs with wild abandon (yeah right)... in other words not many people are thinking about reading at the moment and my stock has had a lonely and boring week on the shelf with the fleas… That’s right, fleas! After returning from my glorious holiday in Oz we found our house had become occupied by the blood sucking kangaroo of all parasites, the flea, and for some reason they seem to love the room that I keep all my books in! I can’t seem to put a paperback away without becoming the dinner to at least 8 of the things dining in the all-you-can-eat restaurant of my legs! I’ve tried a bug bomb, but having been exposed to all that literature seems to have made them intelligently cunnning and they p...