The cheap dish cloths I normally use don’t function
well and I’m getting fed up with them. So I went into the hardware shop in
Ashbourne today and discussed the merits of various sorts with an assistant.
Eventually I bought the expensive ones, and when I’d paid for them I had to say
to the assistant ‘All the things going on within me and without me, from
existential and metaphysical musings to the health of the planet, and here I am
being concerned about the quality of dish cloths. Life’s bizarre, isn’t it?’
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