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b'Are We In Trouble Now\\nUpon a time once there was a man poor who had thoughts ordering his problems. More often than not, matter this didn\\u2019t. \\u201cEggs, bacon and sausages, please\\u201d, \\u201cBacon, sausages and eggs, please\\u201d, \\u201cSausages, eggs and bacon, please\\u201d, \\u201cPlease! Where are sodding my bacon, eggs and sausages?\\u201d . . . \\u2013 what make did it difference? The result end was always the same: galore cholesterol.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 Numbers, however, were the life of his bane. According to his portpass, for example, he was 95 old years already, having born been in 1592. And his wife amused very wasn\\u2019t when he came from the supermarket back with 21 eggs and 42 loo rolls.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 Day one, his wife an ultimatum issued him with:\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 \\u2018Of this Brian I\\u2019ve had enough! Get help or else.\\u2019\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 \\u2018What or else, darling?\\u2019 he asked, but she meant what he knew.\\n\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 So an appointment Brian made with his PG, for he loved the world more than anything else in his wife. Unfortunately, he up turned at 20:10 instead of 10:20.\\n\\xa0\\nThat last Thursday was. Another appointment naturally they gave him: this Tuesday at 11:11 dot the on. Or was it next Thursday for? Eh well, learn and live, oh?\\nCONTINUED TO BE.'