Pass the cookies, please

The sound of news on the TV at work is making Mrs. E hungry and sad.

Zen, part 1

Mr Baskverville thinks he is coping with this Zen thing quite well.

He was walking home from work yesterday, reading a book, as you do. The library is on his route, and he wanted to finish the book so he could return it. He was, therefore, reading quickly and walking slowly, through a nice park.

He returned the book, wondered round the supermarket, paid, and only when he was in the street out side did he realise that during his peregrinations he had been shat upon by a small bird.

Does the fact that this still makes him laugh mean he has attained a state of zen???

Missing

Where the merry fuck are you, Mrs Eaves?

Zen and the Art of Newspaper Publishing

Mr Baskerville has recently been contemplating Zen. He would love to be able to come to work without, almost immediately, wanting either a drink or to throw a pencil at someone. A state of calm serenity has hitherto only been available to him via chemistry.

So he is going to try to cultivate a state of 'zen-ness'... see, he is already so zen he does not feel the need to look up the correct word.

Way to go, Mr B.

He still quite fancies a drink, though.