Noooooo!

From the BBC:

Fire crews battle Somerset cheese warehouse blaze

Wallace and Gormit inconsolable.

Wallace & Gromit, call your service

I once did a cycling cheese tour of Britain. Okay, it was actually of Scotland. And it wasn't cheese, it was whisky distilleries. Still fun, but it tended to make going down the steeper hills a bit exciting.

Food Police

First they came for the smokers, and I said nothing. Then they came for the trans-fatty acids, and I said nothing. Then they came for the cheese...

Snow Day

I had to go into town today and then spent six hours getting home after a sudden snow storm hit, forcing my wife, daughter, dog and self to detour miles out of our way to Monroe, where I had to buy and install the first pair of tyre chains that I'd ever encountered in my life so we could get home-- which we barely did.

Not only did I have the joy of putting greasy chains on with bare hands, but I also had to deal with walking the extremely confused dog in a car park in a blizzard, hunting for the cell phone that I lost during that walk, calming an hysterical four-year old who had to go potty, but refused to use anything other than the one at home, and a wife who had her own toilet emergency when we got home and left me to put the car in the garage, but neglected to tell me that the parking break was on, which would have explained why I was having so much trouble getting traction and why there was that nasty burning smell.

That is why I feel we need a cheese shop sketch.