A little bit - Furenvy!

Flying flocks of envy and galloping migrations of fury have been reported from all over the world - if you forget to consume your news with a hefty dose of morning salts.

Countries are furious. Customers are furious - although that quickly descends into only being tepidly livid.  Viewers are furious and envious - apparently more the latter when watching tennis fans gorge on fresh strawberries & cream! Even stalwart shareholders in blue chip behemoths are furious, and that's before the first lot of sandwiches have had time to become crispy curls at the enviously livid agm!

You don't have to read that many columns, nor listen to many pundits, nor look too far before realising that everyone is either extremely furious, or green with unmitigated envy. It won't be long before you come across a headline, byline, or have spittle flecks hurled in your direction, to make you realise that this is how you should feel, if you encounter such a situation.

	Fury	Envy
Watching someone eat strawberries & cream.		𔐍
Seeing a giraffe killed for fun.	𔐍
Your local shop running out of your favourite tea.	𔐍
Having one of your oil tankers seized.	𔐍
What's athena doing with that orange chipmunk?	𔐍	𔐍

Yes half the world's furious whilst the other half's envious, as the world is going up in flames. Perhaps that hot under the collar sensation is starting to subconsciously niggle at us: making us fan a smidge faster, mop an extra bead of sweat, or hastily guzzle a litre of beer instead of gently sipping, or even force us to open another button.

We're furious! No we're envious! We're full of fury! No we're full of envy! We are, furenvy!