Lady Museebath is fed up with society and people in general. Don’t expect sympathy but only the kind of advice no one will give you in real life! This week, she returns with some wonderful suggestions to some not-so-wonderful problems.
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.