Dredd Day

It happened this morning, those awful words that every Dad across the country loathes to hear: “Can we put the heating on in the mornings?” I mean you expect that sort of mutiny from the children, after all they don’t know better. They have no idea that it all costs money.

But when it’s the woman you adore most, who’s ever whim you cater for, then it’s like cold steel straight to your heart (and wallet).

Surely it’s not that cold I speculate; knowing too well that it’s a groundless argument. Won’t someone think of the planet??

So there we have it, from Monday morning you’ll be able to hear our leaky old oil burner chomping its way through my bank balance.

Baa Humbug