Who attached lead to my eyelids?

For some reason I have had difficulty staying awake today. So I am going to give up and go to bed. Tomorrow we have all the fun of househunting! Oh yay. I am looking forward to getting a house-just not to looking for one. Not that i can't see one. There are lots around in Durham, of manhy different shapes and sizes. You see househunting is not like real hunting. The houses won't run away, they won't suddenly jump into a bush or hide or something. However it comes with problems of its own. I would like to propose three difficulties that explain why househunting never caught on whilst foxhunting did.

Firstly, imagine this. You are on a poncy foxhunt, and you are following a fox. The dogs are inches away, gnashing away (the friendly creatures they are) and then suddenly the moment before you get the fox Lord Snooty and his gang come charging through the bush to your left, snatch the fox and are gone within seconds leaving you with little more than a mouthful of dirt. Yes...the 'just missed it' when the contract has just been signed.

So a little later you catch a glimpse of another fox sitting on the floor of the wood. Great, you think. Its silky fur reflects the sun. It is truly majestic! You lick your lips and head off in mad pursuit of the fox. However as you get near, it spots you, turns around and legs it off in the other direction at what can only be described as a supersonic speed. With one last surge you continue the chase, and having forced him to the edge of a cliff, surrounded, surely victory must be yours. To your amazement the fox unfurls its wings and flies off the cliff, landing safely on a ledge a few 100 metres away. Yes this is those targets which are just impossible to get. The ones that are far too good, or out of range...

Tired, but still determined you head back into the forest. You spot a small rater scruffy figure in the distance which you think must be a fox. At last! Something that you might actually be able to catch! Off on the chase again...tearing through the wood. Closer, and closer and closer, until YES, you finally have it. But wait...you pick up the damp, sodden half dead mess before you and to your dismay realise that it is a large rat you have been chasing. The oh so unmistakable piles of rubbish that look so tempting to begin with, until you realise the damp makes the rooms like a rainforest, and that the bathroom has no toilet.

So there you go! And so as you blow your horn and set off househunting, remember those three perilous situations! Good luck and happy hunting!

Thought for the Day: 'It is not enough to have a good mind. The main thing is to use it well'
Rene Descartes