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...to yesterday's idea. Well, recycling is a good thing.

And it was either this or a colour picture of my big toe. Which is doing a fine impression of a shepherd-delighting sunset after I used it to kick a Spanish guy's foot yesterday. Yes, he was absolutely fine and thanks for your sympathy.

Anyway, two things that happened this week...

The other day I lifted my head from my ordained daily toil and saw a smartly-dressed man walking to his car. It was a BMW Z 4. With a 3.0 litre 6-cylinder engine capable of 261bhp. It glinted in the gloaming and looked as though it had been machined out of a single piece of high-tech alloy. The wing mirrors were folded upwards like the wings of an F-14 fighter or the doors of a Mercedes SLK Gull Wing. The smartly-dressed man opened the door and climbed in and, when he shut the door, I could imagine the reassuringly solid "clunk" of the beautifully-engineered mechanism. After a second or two, the driver's side door mirror rotated down to the horizontal, moving like the piece of expensive machinery it clearly was. There was a longer pause and then I saw the passenger's side window go down and a straining hand grappled with the second door mirror until it, too, rotated down to the horizontal, moving like the expensive piece of machinery it clearly was.

I felt inordinately pleased.

Yesterday, M received an email politely turning down his application for a job following the "assessment day" that he had recently attended. He was a bit disappointed as he had felt that it had gone well. We encouraged him to ask for feedback and, today, he got a sheepish phone call from the prospective employers saying that they had been a bit surprised by his request as they had offered him the job. And then they realised that they had sent him the wrong email. Apparently it wasn't the fault of the woman speaking to M. It was the "other woman's fault".