It is PIE NIGHT tonight and we can finally celebrate
the exchange of contracts for the house we wish to buy or as is now the case
bought. For those who are not part of the British system this exchange now
means everyone is committed to the deal. Mum and dad say that they can relax
and enjoy their pies now or until tomorrow when we look at all the stuff in the
house and go YICKS.
The dog, Heavy Harry the
Cat and Sooty the Cat who have been dealing with all the stress of the unknown
by eating more food, are also celebrating tonight, by eating more food. The dog
says it’s not their fault they are decadent western pets (not as in cowboys films)
who like their treats they have been programmed over generations to live off
cake and caviar or in the dogs case frozen legs of lamb, cake and caviar. To
tell the truth the dog will eat anything really that he can raid from the
supermarket or the butcher or even Argos ,
although he only raids Argos to wind up the
manager Jason and the staff, who he refers to as Jason and the Argos- nauts. He has taken to running off
with skateboards and Greek urns. And insists on shouting at them what’s a Greek Urn ……………… nothing due to excessive
capital debt as a result of borrowing to
much money in the good old days. But as this is Argos , the staff just get confused and Jason rearranges
the two for one high quality golden flee (sorry Flea) spay display until the dog gets bored and
wanders off.
I find it odd that we have
been putting stuff in boxes for weeks and the house is still full of stuff but
people say it’s our own fault for being collector maniacs and filling up
everywhere with stuff. Personally I think we need stuff; stuff is the fabric of
the universe without stuff there would be nothing resulting in no universe and
therefore no time and if there is no time them we won’t be able to get all the
stuff in the boxes. The result is then a universal paradox with everything (as
in everything in the entire universe) flipping between existing and not existing,
None of us like that (during the period when we exist). Apparently that Stephen Hawking bloke has just phoned up and
told mum that I am an IDIOT, I think not I told everyone stuff could go faster
than light ages ago.
Anyway I must go I have a
pie that will become nothing in a short while YUM.
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