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This is quite bad news for clever people.
 
it’s not great for the rest of us, either. This means at least one person in every room is in the wrong place. NO WONDER WE ARE ALL SO CONFUSED.
 
Also disappointing for you teachers. Logically means ''all teachers are in the wrong room'', because either (i) you are the smartest person in the room, and ergo you are in the wrong room, or
you are ''not'' the smartest person in the room, in which case you are trying to teach at least one person who is smarter than you, and you are there in the wrong room.
 
It also means lavatory cubicles are just wrong, on principle.
 
 
 
I have just had an argument with my daughter about who should leave the kitchen. Eventually we agreed she should go. But, dilemma! The minute she left ''I'' became the smartest person in the kitchen, so I had to leave too. I joined her in the laundry.
 
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAD?" she is yelling at me. "Now I have to leave the laundry, too."
 
Firstly, being the stupider one I don’t see how I was meant to know this? Secondly, I don't think she was allowed in there by herself in the first place, but her presence at least gave ''me'' some cover.
 
But as soon as she left I had to leave as well.
 
This was getting really annoying for both of us traipsing around the house going in and out of all the rooms happily we have worked out what to do. (It was my daughter’s idea. She’s the smart one. Finally, we can sit down.
 
As luck would have it, it is quite a mild evening for December, though it looks like it might rain.
 
And I need the loo.