The other night: Rather than my usual mowing boys turning up when I ask them, half a dozen 10-ish year old boys and girls turned up at my house with a mower and various other implements of destruction and started doing my lawn and hacking up my garden, without being asked.
Last night: I was appointed interim CEO of a big company for a week, but in the position I had to wear a disguise and pretend to be an African-American called Leroy. I was also given the task of driving to the airport to pick up some Somali people coming to work for the company, but first I had to sell a kettle to a lady I apparently found going door-to-door. Then the steering wheel of my car was on the wrong side, then it was pouring down rain making the trip to the airport slow. Then when I got to the airport and waited with a sign greeting the people, they didn’t turn up.