I can feel the little virus battalians mobilising for total warfare. The only good thing about it is that Mother doesn't want me anywhere near her. A shame I feel too crook to enjoy the freedom.
Lemonade icy-poles win over Vinegar and Salt crisps any day.
I spent the day in bed after I staggered to the shop for the above goodies. I loved lying there with the sun shining in, books to hand, snot to my chin and bits of lung being hacked up. (anybody eating?) Lemonade icy-poles really help.
So I'm reading an article about locust swarms and why they swarm. Scientists have determined that the locusts in the lead aren't hungry, they're the ones who are well fed on protein and salt. It's the ones behind who aren't getting the food. They're hot for the fat bodies in front and the fat bodies have to start moving fast before they become the food for the hungries behind and so the swarming begins.
All the time I was reading that and looking at the locust feeding on another locust, I could picture Brendan the Brave twirling his little antennae hoping to outrun Malcolm the Mighty who is trying to keep ahead of Costello the Cunning. The swarming of the Federal Liberal Party should make a ripper of a horror movie.