The Indian restaurant and the Butterfly

It was white here this morning the ground was covered in snow, how did that happen but it then got sunny closely followed by fluffy snow then sun then rain and wind. It is presently very wet cold and horrible, I would not mention all this except it effects things and limits my motivation to be motivated. As I have previously discussed, we all know that a butterfly in the Amazon rain forest is said to have some effect on the weather and I have often shouted at butterflies in the Amazon jungle telling them they are ruining our weather. The knock on effects of bad weather is that humans are less motivated in damp wet cold conditions than they are in the sun and warm. Ironically this is why most of the great inventions and thinkers do not come from the tropics, as people in the tropics are out doing stuff and being motivated, where those of use in the cold and wet stay in and think or write a lot in order to avoid being motivated. The result of this thinking writing and doodling in the margins of maths books drawing little machines and robots that look like the headmaster is that we invent things, things like the steam engine or the vacuum flask or even the toast rack.  I explained this to the headmaster in his office telling him one day I will be a great inventor and doodling in my maths book and drawing small rodents was taking me one step closer to the perfect mouse trap, fame and fortune.

 I am off out later with my good friends Mr Charlie and Miss Jane to the Indian restaurant in Montgomery to eat an excellent array of curries and delights. However it appears for a short time this was in the balance (not a set of scales but the balance of probabilities, see I did listen to the maths teacher) as it appears Miss Jane and Mr Charlie have had troubles contacting the restaurant by phone. It may be that they were deliberately ignoring us because mid-week we are often the only customers and although they smile and greet us we then sit and chat for hours until we notice they have fallen asleep and are snoring slumped on the floor. Anyway everything is Hunky dory and I will get to eat a rather good chicken dhansak and fish tikka, these are my favourite and I always have them. They still pretend to come and take our order and look interested but we always all have the same things because this is part of the human psyche, we are creatures of routine and habit as in general all creature are. Nature you see is in fact one huge biological organic machine with cogs and stuff as many a well known book will tell you; and me so it must be right.

I am off now so this is it for tonight, when I say off I don’t mean I am heading off to the restaurant I am off to get ready and look nice, when I say nice I don’t mean nice as I will look much as I look now really, OK exactly as I look now, because there are no other customers to see me and point going LOOK YUCK…………

Ooooo yes we have secret notes to drop off for Miss Fionaski to read and some microfilm of very secret things that are not to be mentioned in my diary, Hang on no one has told me what they are anyway  . . . . . . . . DAMN. 

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