Buns, Fur Coats, and Dead Dogs

Yup, as the title suggests, this is going to be a very random post. But don't get put off by the latter title heading, it's not actually too gruesome...
The first thing I am going to do, is break my vow and talk about food. I mean, something this serious calls for attention. My dad has recently gone through a phase of making buns. Chinese buns to be exact, the sort that are steamed with a meat filling inside them. Usually, I love them. Right now, I am sick of the sight of them. It started on Wednesday. We had buns for lunch. And dinner. The next day, we had leftover buns heated up for breakfast. Then buns for lunch, and buns for dinner. And the next day, and the next. And the next. Sunday was a climax. We had buns for breakfast, lunch, and tea. I don't think I have ever appreciated good potatoes and pork chops so much.
Anyway, if I carry on I might get on to the dangerously addictive subject of Chocolate Digestives, and then where would we be?
Let me make on...to fur coats. It was REALLY cold the other day, must have been below freezing in the house (no heating again). I was wearing a brown fur jacket to keep myself warm. I don't usually go in for fur jackets, but today I needed it. I was getting ready to go out when Mum said, 'You better be careful, wearing that jacket. You might get bashed over the head with a handbag.'
Rather an original farewell, if I may say so. As it was, I was extremely puzzled. What?!! Does wearing a fur jacket really make you look rich enough to be a potential mugger target? If so -
Actually no, it turned out that if I was seen by an Animal Activist, they would assume the coat was made from the fur of the endangered mink, and they would see red and try to beat me up. It's a shame, because I love minks. And I prefer the idea of being bashed up for looking like a millionaire, rather than for looking like a mink-killer.
But either way, I don't think that they would pick on a young innocent girl in a synthetic Kaliko fur jacket. I mean, the tatty trousers dispel the idea of riches, and anyone could see that the fur coat was not really mink (except for Mum!!! <3 ). At least, I hope not.
But anyway.....I have yet to tell you the climax story of this post. I had hysterics when I heard it. If you don't find it funny, it's your peculiar sense of humour...

Well, my friend's brother's friend's friend was asked to house-sit for a couple she knew whilst they were away on holiday. They had a really old dog, (a REALLY old dog), and they told her that if it died, she should just take it to the vets, who would see to it and bury it. So the couple went off on holiday.
And the dog died.
Well, my friend's brother's friend's friend didn't have a car, and realised she had to find a way of transporting the dead dog's body to the vets. Finally she found a large old suitcase, and managed to stuff the dog inside it. So she was dragging the suitcase down the street to the vets, and a man came up and asked if she needed any help, and she said, 'Oh, yes please', and the man picked up the suitcase. 'Wow, it's quite heavy,' he said, 'So, what's in it then?'
She panicked. She didn't quite know how the man would react if he knew he was lugging a dead dog down the street, so she said, 'Oh, er, I was, er, just taking some friends' laptops down to my house for them.'
'Oh,' said the man.
And he ran off with the suitcase.

That story made my day.
TTFN
xxx