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Flip out, like a ninja kitten. Ninjas and Ska, together at last.
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Flip out, like a ninja kitten. Ninjas and Ska, together at last.
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I caught the train yesterday. 9 quid. That’s 45 quid per week, as far as I can see there are no discounts for buying weeklies, or even monthlies.
Benefits:
Costs:
It’s a question some money versus a lot of positives. But we operate on a rather tight budget at the moment and this “little bit” of money means removing something else from the budget sheet. Maybe eating out once a month instead of twice, scrapping the usual bottles of wine we get weekly, and a few other frills. Context: if we buy 3 bottles of decent red wine in a week we’ll pay about 15 quid, add in a few bottles of decent beer and we’ll hit 20 quid. So, in England the weekly cost of catching the train (£45 for a half hour trip) relative to the local cost of alcohol is significantly higher than in Sydney (where a weekly ticket for a 30 minute journey will cost at most 2 bottles of wine of similar quality).
Everything will be easier when I finally get our visas sorted out and Kathlene doesn’t face the impossible task of getting a developer job while on a Working Holiday visa. I’d drink to that day, but toasting isn’t quite the same with a glass of water.
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We do a lot of good work towards the betterment of mousekind, I sometimes wonder if we really are their subservient drones. Very often I read stories about how scientists somewhere think they have cured cancer in mice, made them live longer or simply worked out how to grow a fashionably decorative ear on their backs. Do a mouse a good turn today, give it a hearty meal of red wine, grapes and nuts and then put it in the fridge.
These are truly exciting days to be a mouse.