Meanwhile, in the dentist's waiting room . . .
Under siege in a shark tank economy
Some days I feel under siege. From the system. From this hungry, greedy commercial society we live in. It feels like whichever way I turn, somebody is wanting to take a piece out of me, using whatever dishonest trickery they can bring to bear. I often have this feeling, in a general way, and it’s usually no more than an irritated awareness that the world can be a pretty dog-eat-dog place. But it boiled over recently, so I’m letting off steam by having a whinge to you. I hope you don’t mind too much. Mechanics. Twice…