Going Walkies. Yes, follow the disobedient fish wot swims against time and tide. It’s the only way to ensure the survival of your soul, otherwise you may grow so accustomed to rank, sadistic stupidity and atrocities-as-spectacle that you’ll end up confusing Gaza with The Great British Bake-Off and believing that Donald Trump has more than one brain cell and Keir Starmer a moral compass. Have a splendiferous life…if you still have one.

Sulking (Prov. 1:16) That’s it really. All is said. But for good measure have this:
What is crooked cannot be made straight,
And what is lacking cannot be numbered.
Ecc. 1:15
And this
For in much wisdom is much grief,
And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.
Ecc. 1:18
Stay in the shade and have a spiffing weekend.

Well Met 2(1). Having exhausted their capacity to put up with the psychotic godawful mental retardation of current politicians and their mindlessly engineered sociopolitical events in this miserable plane, the merry Reddish Larvae and their chums, the Bijoux Dinos, have decided to migrate to the OtherOtherworld which is nearly as pleasant as the Otherworld but not quite so dicey. On their way there they have come across the Zen Worm and, captivated by its peaceful countenance and modest demeanour (not to mention its Teddy) have invited it to join them in said alternative level of existence. ‘You really don’t want to hang around here much longer, mate’, they say. ‘Why, any time now your poor old Teddy might be forcibly enrolled into the PCC (The Patriotic Cadets Corps) and eventually sent to fight some imaginary evil Russians in some godforsaken corner of the planet. Or worse…’
I can easily guess which way the wise worm will swing. I wish them all all the best and I wish I could go with them.