White Rabbit again

Did you say white rabbit this morning?

Oops. As usual I forgot, I always forget.

This is what I use to help me remember. I put him on the table before I go to bed. I wake up, and bingo, there he is tucking into a plate of whatever. And I go, “White Rabbit, what are you doing!

Maybe there is a correlation between stupidity and laziness and a lack of imagination with you.

Oh, come on, Bro, lighten up. Everyone knows it’s just a silly superstition but it helps bring a little fun into the day. A little nonsense may be just the thing to kick off a new month and get us through it.

I think Bro is paraphrasing James Cooper who said ignorance and superstition have a close mathematical relation. But Goethe maintained that superstition is the poetry of life.

Bah. Humbug. Go ahead. Get romantic over rabbits. They're still no more than grey cetaceans.

Ooh! I wonder who got out of bed on the wrong side this morning, then?
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Lucky numbers

I just buzzed up to the supermarket for a bottle of red, and pulled in next to a small car and noticed its number plate.

A personalized plate?

Six eights.

Forty-eight?

No, no, 8,8,8,8,8,8.

Chinese!

OBviously! But what was odd, no, I mean this was IRONIC, there were grazes and dents on the left rear.

Ha! So much for lucky numbers protecting you.

Yeah, that's what I said when I found I'd been burgled almost as soon as I had said 'White Rabbit' on the first of March.

Maybe... but you got past the ides OK?

I certainly HOPE so.
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