The following question was presented:
After the ingenious question of last week, I somewhat find myself devoid of creative thought. Result of a long week I guess. This week, I simply invite you into my humble abode for dinner and ask you the question of the evening. Who is going to have the last roast potato?
Results:
Jamie and One of the cats tied with 29% of the votes each from the following selection:
- Karen (14%)
- William (14%)
- Jamie (29%)
- One of the cats (29%)
- Nobody as it fell on the floor (14%)
- You're going to come round and steal it (0%)
Graphic of Results:
Analysis:
The results are tied between myself and one of the cats. I see you know how things work in our house. Every night when I get home of an evening I have to wrestle my food away from the cats. To be honest, if you saw how fat they've become, you'd think they were eating my food. Anyway, I don't actually know the answer to the question. Last I saw it, the lone potato was being carted away as nobody could eat it. I suspect it may have ended up in the compost bin/trash.