For some inexplicable reason K believes that among the two of us, I am the more wierd one.
I claim otherwise. I do not take offence when called unique or different. But wierd?? No. I mean, wierd is a cow wearing yellow business suit and dancing to the beats of thriller.
So anyways, as a result, every now and then, the issue of ownership of the TV remote finds a companion in this all important issue of "who is wierder" and I guess our neighbours don their ear plugs.