After a day of discussing geo-thermal
parabolic troughs and the influence of neoclassical architecture on post modernist
architectural design as well as an experiment into whether caterpillars prefer
red cabbage or purple sprouting broccoli. School ended yet again fairly
quietly. Esmeralda has been much happier today after discovering that with the
aid of her steam powered bionic arms she can throw the javelin almost 500
metres, and by using her interchangeable clip on power grinder she is able to
sharpen the point so that it will; to use her own words ‘PIERCE the toughest skin, even that of a grumpy aging goat’.
Since arriving home the man from ASDA has
been and gone and did not knock his mirror off on this occasion and I have been
out looking at the bonfire I started up yesterday as it is still happily
burning away in its little bin. I have also started pruning the fruit trees a
bit and cut the grass and investigated the purple sprouting broccoli or what’s
left of it ……. AH.
The dog was telling me
that there were suspect Martian war machines in the fields not to far away; he
even took pictures to prove it. Both the dog and Mr Jones said that they had
been to see the Martians to appease them. The dog took a large partly chewed
bone as a gift and Mr Jones a photograph of himself with no clothes on in case
they wished to experiment on a human. The dog said he did not see the point in
the photograph as Mr Jones was not wearing any clothes anyway and thinks this
is why they vanished off rather sharpish. In fact the dog thinks Mr Jones is
probably the main reason that intelligent intergalactic alien beings have never
communicated with mankind, because if Mr Jones is first on the scene not
wearing any clothes and smiling and waving at them holding a large placard
saying Hello I’m your friend, it
is no wonder they leave as fast as they can. It probably explains the unfortunate
incident when he thought the motorway patrol car that had stopped so that the
police could have their evening meal (cheese sandwiches) during the night shift
was an alien space craft. It was the flashing blue lights that confused Mr
Jones and it did not help that the police sergeant had to be taken to hospital
when he choked on his sandwich as Mr Jones emerged out of the mist….smiling.
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