Mysteries of MrDan
Can We Believe What We See?
posted Sunday, 10 August 2008
I look out of my window. The rain pours down. The people walk by looking dejected. They hide under their umbrellas. But I really need milk, because I want Corn Flakes. And I need Tropicana because I'm feeling slightly under the weather and I have a superstition that it's a magic cure-all substance.
So I grab my umbrella and prepare for the short walk to Tesco. I go down the stairs and step outside. No rain. Bright sunshine. Lucky me.
Fifteen minutes later I arrive back home. Up the stairs I go. Through the front door and in to the living room. I look through the window. Pouring rain.
I think my windows are telling me lies.
So I grab my umbrella and prepare for the short walk to Tesco. I go down the stairs and step outside. No rain. Bright sunshine. Lucky me.
Fifteen minutes later I arrive back home. Up the stairs I go. Through the front door and in to the living room. I look through the window. Pouring rain.
I think my windows are telling me lies.
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