Numbers and hats.
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whathoNext week I shall be 26.
'Next week,' I said to my brother, 'I shall be 26.'
'26 is not unduly appalling,' said my brother, anticipating my hitherto unexpressed apprehension. 'I should know, because I'm only just finished with it myself.'
'But 25 is 5 squared!' I plaintively wailed.
'I'm sure 26 is in some sense mathematically pleasing,' said my brother, with something better to be doing.
'26 is nothing more that 13 times 2!' I inconsolably moaned.
'At least,' said my brother, 'it only lasts 12 months. And then there is 27.'
'27,' I warbled, in barely muted tones of doom, 'is a PRIME NUMBER!'
But that's the way of things.
(My unnecessarily overvocalised point about 27 turned out to be a fib. Slemslem, who is cleverer than I, says quite correctly that it is 9 x 3. I have yet to work out whether or not this comforts me.)
Today I bought a hat so my face would not burn. I am slightly disappointed to discover on closer examination that my chin is still in the danger zone. There is no escape from the fearsome smelly unguent. But this hat at least is not as vice-like about my head as previous hats have been.
A note to the people: do not plant trees on the tops of hills. They only spoil the view.
Also there is ice-cream.
'Next week,' I said to my brother, 'I shall be 26.'
'26 is not unduly appalling,' said my brother, anticipating my hitherto unexpressed apprehension. 'I should know, because I'm only just finished with it myself.'
'But 25 is 5 squared!' I plaintively wailed.
'I'm sure 26 is in some sense mathematically pleasing,' said my brother, with something better to be doing.
'26 is nothing more that 13 times 2!' I inconsolably moaned.
'At least,' said my brother, 'it only lasts 12 months. And then there is 27.'
'27,' I warbled, in barely muted tones of doom, 'is a PRIME NUMBER!'
But that's the way of things.
(My unnecessarily overvocalised point about 27 turned out to be a fib. Slemslem, who is cleverer than I, says quite correctly that it is 9 x 3. I have yet to work out whether or not this comforts me.)
Today I bought a hat so my face would not burn. I am slightly disappointed to discover on closer examination that my chin is still in the danger zone. There is no escape from the fearsome smelly unguent. But this hat at least is not as vice-like about my head as previous hats have been.
A note to the people: do not plant trees on the tops of hills. They only spoil the view.
Also there is ice-cream.
