Our house was quite large, ok, it was fucking huge, with a long rolling garden that only ended where the beach began, dad had bought it when he and mu... were first married, they'd struggled for years with the mortgage, but dad had fought his way to the very top in his company and he'd reaped the rewards, the house was long since paid for and he'd refused several offers from the borough council to buy back the only section of private beach on the whole sea front.It wasn't fenced off but only. Some brighter analysts realised that understanding the nutrition and health of the ox was not that useful anyway. What mattered were the guesses of the bystanders. Since the b**st was no longer being weighed, the key to success lay not in correctly assessing its weight, but rather in correctly assessing what other people would guess. Or what others would guess others would guess. And so on.Some, such as old Farmer Buffett, claimed that the results of this process were more and more divorced. I must have looked surprised because she shouted loudly, "Be sure to eat all that young guy come we put together for you."I left at as fast a pace as I could go and had to stumble through theracks of goods on the sidewalk which were constantly being pushedaround. I finally got to sit and start to eat, the strange looking ricedish, all three of my tormentors made sure I ate all of the dish andkept asking me if I liked the "young guy come" sauce.As I was finishing the next to last bit Joanna. ”“Listen man,” He said, stepping inside, “I just want to say it’s been good to have you back this week. I know that with… you know… everything, that you needed that time off, but we’ve really needed the help the past week. Good to see you back to your old self.”“Thanks man, I appreciate it.” He looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopping himself. “What’s on your mind Josh, you’re not usually one to hold back.”“It’s just… I wanted to ask how everything went with Megan.”Even thought.