My newspapers didn’t arrive this morning. I have a routine every morning: read the papers, do some yoga, get ready for work. Suddenly I had some free time.

Instead if calling customer service I wrote this:

The day the newspapers didn’t arrive some people walked around aimlessly in the streets; some men spent the morning making coffee for their wives and talking to them; husbands rarely talk to their wives in the morning [instead they practice looking serious and concerned when reading the newspaper], wives have to talk to each other in the mornings and that’s why you can never get them on the phone; some men actually got to take a closer look than usual at their kids before they left for school.

The radio stations didn’t know what to do. The news show presenters ummed and aaahd until the half-hourly news bulletins, and then they ummed and aahd again. Eventually some of the smarter ones just started calling politicians to ask them what they thought about the news not coming. The opposition politicians said it was the government’s fault, that the government had to go, and that if they were elected, they would make sure such a terrible thing would never happen again. But after they said that they really didn’t have anything more to say. Continue reading →