Minky Day Again

A long day with the Minky as I’d to present myself at her abode at 8am to allow parents to rush off and earn corn. Poor dears. It’s a tyranny. And just because we don’t have enough housing. That’s how markets work isn’t it? Alternatively, there could be too many people, but that’s an argument that the liberal left find dangerous. 
Ha, where was I? Back home we were visited by R&E and their small charge, Jules. And charge about the beach we did, which is just as well, as standing still it was very cold indeed. And a piano arrived to amuse us, though everything in the world to kids is so novel anyway that they were unimpressed.
All sorts of things kicking off in the big world out there; let’s hope they don’t spark larger conflagrations. Iran attacking Kurdistan.. and Pakistan! Pakistan reciprocating (unworthy thought: who do Iran think they are? The US?)
Much later out to the Diggeries. Frank’s 67th! And with McC the elder’s 77th just past, a great beano was in prospect. And so it came to pass.