Carth walks into the playground.
Looks over at the (not so) merry-go-round and decides it's a waste of time.
Glances towards the big slide, where business leaders are queuing up for their turn on the slope towards lower profit margins.
Heads towards the swings, but turns away when he notices that those sitting on the swings are lazily waiting for someone else to push them.
Carth slowly wanders back home, passing all the fully fueled cars that haven't moved for a week, and smiles as he passes the chap from the council who's carefully spraying yellow circles around the same pot holes they fixed last year.
Aint life grand
