I had a sudden revelation yesterday as I was sitting at my desk. Following the vein of true mathematical inspiration, the answer to a puzzle came to me when I least expected it: the reason that my bagels were so small and therefore cooked so much more quickly than I had thought they would was that I had halved the quantity of ingredients, but forgotten to halve the number I made.
I shared my vision with my co-worker, Dave.
‘I’m rubbish at scaling up or down,’ he said. ‘Last time I made marmalade I forgot, what was it? Oh, yes. It was the water. I forgot to halve the water.’
I said I could see that might be a problem.
Bear in mind that we are all mathematicians in our office, aka the Den of Data.
In the afternoon, as Lovely Daughter #2 went to ballet, I had time to finish episodes 5 and 6 of Game of Thrones, while sitting in the car outside. These are the episodes in which Tyrion Lannister is imprisoned in the sky cells by Catelyn Stark’s mad sister and shows the resourcefulness and cool that makes him one of my favourite characters. Also Arya Stark continues her quest to transform herself from child to warrior, and Daenerys Targaryen, as promised by readers here, continues her rapid development into a true queen, showing bravery and determination to win the hearts of her adopted people.
My two favourite characters are Arya and Tyrion. Both have overcome the disadvantages, as judged by the society they live in, of being a woman and being a dwarf. They do this with an uncompromising determination that makes me think that if anyone is immune from death in GOT (HA HA!! As if!) then it’s these two. They define the heart of GOT to me.
Anyway, while I was watching the annoying Targaryen making the most ill advised party gatecrash in history, the sounds of fighting and screams covered up the fact that I hadn’t quite switched the engine off, and all my fans were still going. As it was, when I decided I wanted to run the engine a bit to warm up, the car made a cheerful gurgle and then was no more. If I were in Westeros, I would be direwolf food.
I felt very foolish, as this is not the first time I have run the battery down like this, although the last time it happened, I’d only been driving for a year or so and had no idea what had gone wrong. Anyway, a man in a van turned up within half an hour with a magical charging pack thing and went away again five minutes later. I’d been rescued, rescue being a rare thing in Westeros. Survive, or die.
I celebrated the fact that I was not living a ten year winter in Westeros by buying some tasty pizza from the Pizza Amore van, newly returned after its own motor woes. And then on the way home, I explained to LD #2 why it was a good idea to take your key out of the ignition when parked up.
Such are our essential survival skills in the modern day.