Breakfast Time

From time to time my mind takes a turn away from the happy days of the Outback experience, and lands in the time of now.

There are many intriguing thoughts that arise with living in the time of no.

How happy one is when one reads that our country's food health protectors allow certain amounts of cockroach body parts and excreta, mouse and rat droppings, dried maggots—I was so pleased to read that wet maggots are not permitted. But wait, there is more—dust, dirt and other contaminates that may or may not be identifiable, are likewise allowed in your morning breakfast cereal.

I know it is suggested that the parts per million is not a lot, but lets look at this closely.  How would it be if it is discovered that the contaminates in one hundred kilogram of cereal has all the above contaminates in their allowable quantity, and the bag is shaken so that these contaminates all congregate at the bottom of the bag, and the box of cereal that you pick from the shelves is made up entirely of that portion of the bag?

Now, that's a different thought, hey?

Maybe a drover's breakfast is preferable, as it only consists of a fart, a scratch of the bum, a cuppa and a cigarette. Nothing to contaminate there!!!!!