You may recall what I wasn't saying yesterday about it being International Nonsense Week. I appreciate that followers of political science, wherever they may live, already realise that we are celebrating International Nonsense Year, but here on News From Nowhere, for one week only, nothing quite makes sense. Nothing connects, nothing is planned and nothing is any where close to logical.
So here is a photograph of the new car Isobel bought last week in all its shiny finery. At the moment, poor old Amy is only allowed to sit in the back of the car when safely cocooned in mud-absorbing towels and blankets and I fear that I may be subject to similar limitations soon, when I sit in the front trying to work out what the symbols on the Sat Nav mean.
There is one symbol in particular that seems to be displayed with alarming frequency and appears to suggest that there is a theatre close by showing a Greek tragedy. Useful though such information is, either there is some kind of International Greek Tragedy Festival taking place in West Yorkshire at the moment, or I have misinterpreted the symbol. There seems to be no guide to what all the flashing icons mean, which doesn't really make any sense. But I am forgetting, nothing is supposed to make sense this week.