Q1. Lady Museebath, the flood crisis is awful. AWFUL. Should I donate all my clothes?
A1. These are indeed grave times. Very, very grave times. I think what you’ve said is a very kind and charitable act. Although I’d suggest keep the western wear. You can always give those to the in-laws.
Q2. I cannot eat. I simply cannot eat. It’s too hot, it’s too muggy and it’s just torture to eat hot food at this point. What do I do?
A2. One of life’s greatest luxuries is having the choice to eat. Truly, to be in a position to decide whether to consume Nature’s greatest gifts or not is what the ultimate human dream is. In your case I cannot help but marvel at the sheer strangeness of life – here you are with the luxury to choose, but the stupidity to not take advantage of man’s creation, the fridge. I assume you don’t know how to use one. Put the cooked food in the fridge, open it a few hours later and you’ll have cold food.
Q3. My wife doesn’t understand that every evening I want to rest with my vinyl. I work as a banker and times are tough. But these musical evenings are spelling the end of my marriage. Surely a little bit of music won’t hurt?
A3. This, I suppose, is what they mean when they say music is a real killer.