Talking of the price of stuff, I took a small parcel off my postman yesterday.
Wife's name on the label, so assumed it was yet more day/night/24 hour/reduce wrinkle/look pampered type stuff....but no.
"Ah...good. That's for the dog..." she stated, and proceeded to open said cardboard box.
As for the size of the box, it turned out that you could've easily got 4 of the contents in it.
But I digress...
The box contained one plastic "tub" of dog food supplement.
The dog in question is going on 9, a tad plump, and is feeling it, bless him. He's lazy, laid-back, and has always had the attitude of "Well, you threw it...you get it..."
The tub was opened, and the contents sniffed. (By my wife, not the dog.)
"Phew!", she exclaimed. "I hope it does him more good than it smells!"
"Hmmmmm?" I replied, feigning much interest.
"It's got all sorts of good stuff in it...enzymes for his fur and joints, good bio stuff for his stools an' stuff....it's even got shitake mushrooms blended in...."
"He eats better than I do!", I said, peeking into the container. "Ye Gods! It's only half full!"
So we had a cardboard box that could've held 4 - perhaps more - containers, and now a tub that was only 50% full anyway!
Needless to say, I looked at the label, and spotted "net weight 115gm".
"This isn't going to last long! How much does he have a day?"
"There's a little plastic ladle inside. For his weight, it's recommended 2 measures a day", the light-of-my-life replied.
"Well, at that rate, we'll have to be getting another tub in a week or so!"
That's when there was one of those discernible silences. You know the kind of thing. It normally follows some kind of an admission or faux pas, with the added thought of "Please don't ask any more. Just leave it there..."
I took the opportunity to ask the obvious.
"£50. Plus postage...."
A quid for 2 grams!
It better bloody work!