Nobody loves the poor old telemarketer. But it’s hardly surprising is it? They always seem to call just when you’ve sat down to a meal, or you’ve turned on the TV to catch your favorite show at last, after that hard day’s work. So yeah, it’s not too hard to dislike them intruding to sell you something.

You’ve got plants at home right? And you like going on vacations? Even the occasional long weekend? Bit of a problem isn’t it, leaving all your dear pots for days on end with no water or company on those dark nights? Well fret no more.

Judging by the number of BBQ info kits we’re being sent to promote for Father’s Day, it looks like the world thinks your old man is something of an outdoorsy, truck driving stag. But we know different. We know that deep down, he’s really just an old softie who just wants to eat healthily and sleep better.

You know, sometimes we get a little tired of all this race to small. There’s micro this, and nano that, but at the end of the day, does it really make that much difference? Do we need this perpetual descent into tiny-land to make our lives happier? Probably not.