Naquada

So this week’s just been so busy, a lot of running around, early starts and late finishes.

It probably was a bad sign on Tuesday when I was served at 6 in the morning by a girl in the coffee shop called Angela. Her name badge proudly announced not only her name, but in felt tip pen under it ‘I’m Leaving..’

Maybe it was the dry lifeless sandwich she served me.. maybe it was the way she threw my change at me.. maybe it was just because it was six in the morning, and I was the only idiot in the place trying to get a coffee and a sandwich.. I just knew she wanted me to know it wasn’t her vocation in life..

It’s important to understand the way little things affect more than you think… the dry, listless object, described on the packaging in detail as a delicious bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich, with tasty cheese, in all honesty wasn’t, and as a bigger effect put be off other such bacon, cheese and tomato combo’s in the future.

So how does a BLT (with cheese) dry British rail sandwich and a rather cute looking hedgehog appear on the same blog? Its the cause and bigger effect thing.. The same type of thing as a tree falls over in some part of the world, and somewhere else a butterfly flaps it’s wings..

Not that this little chap was anywhere near the tree, or the butterfly, and doesn’t have any wings to flap (although it may have got some benefit out of them). There are some people in the world that haven’t grasped the simple idea that poison and small animals don’t mix. Possibly because of the fact that small animals really haven’t grasped the ability to read, and hence are unaware of the warnings on the boxes about poison and small animals. Again not really this chaps fault, it’s more the long term argument about it’s the parents, as it seems this guys parents decided (against the unreadable warnings) stuff on a plate in the garden = food.. The world then ends up two hedgehogs down, and one lonely confused baby hedgehog, minus hedgehog parents.

Confused baby hedgehog then ends up wandering into the road, against the advice of his parents who aren’t around to enforce this idea. Gets struck by car and ends up with a broken leg.

The end effect being me rescuing the hedgehog from the garden, and taking it back to mine for a trip to the vet. I should know in a few days if its going to be fine, or if the effect of someone putting down rat poison will have depleted the world of three hedgehogs in total.