Karma chameleon

I don't believe in karma, but the last few weeks have had an unexpected symmetry.

Good: I'm offered a job
Bad: Inexplicably I turn it down, making Gordon Brown's job prospects stellar by comparison

Bad: Randy foxes wake me up at 4am
Good: Royal Mail finally concede and give me my £4.95 refund

Good: I resolve to stop eating so much junk food
Bad: Immediately afterwards I buy chocolate and crisps

So on the karmic scoreboard it's a virtual draw, though arguably declining the job offer makes it Life 1, Dexter 0.

Who knew foxes were into dogging. I'll just have to make my garden less sexually appealing. I need to construct some sort of sex scarecrow, or rather, anti-sex scarecrow. This will be hard, as we all know how sexy scarecrows can be. One can't help but be drawn to their cold, lifeless eyes. Don't deny it, I speak the truth. I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking.