Do you remember what I wrote at the end of
book one a whole year ago. Well I have copied and pasted it here because today
is the end of book two and guess what; it just goes to show you really do need
to read my blog every day. A COOL SKY TONIGHT THOUGH….
It is the final day of the school holiday in
Wales
and the final day in my diary for year one (TWO). We have all had a long think
about what we should do or say as this is an important moment in time, but in
the end we are chilling out with a cup of tea. Helping others with DIY still,
and things like that (…..AH NO). It is a rather perverse thing writing a diary
because the more you do the less time you have to write about what you have
done.
As my world is linked to
yours through the mind of “Old Grumpy” known as the Ghost Writer it is even
more complicated to write up the events of the day. And it is getting late
again and I have stuff to do and the general things of life like putting stuff
away cleaning teeth moving about clearing things away from the day folding
clothes or as mum describes it throwing everything in a heap in the middle of
the floor.
Anyway this is not want
you want to hear is it, that nice Mr Steven Spielberg is hardly likely to make
the movie of the book, if as the credits slowly roll down or up the screen the
last image is that of a pile of clothes being sniffed at by a huge dog
muttering in Latin.
Still it could be worse it
could be like one of the Lord of the Rings movies where they suddenly end with
three odd looking people wondering over a hill saying PHEW THAT WAS CLOSE. Do you think there is anymore popcorn down in
the foyer? Mum just said IDIOT and has told me to get on with it
You will notice that I
have changed since I started (I don’t mean clothes although I have I think) it
is time and getting older and getting more ambitious, and early on many of our
international readers did say WHAT a lot (OK THEY ARE SAYING WHAT AGAIN A LOT).
So I am more articulate and easier to understand now (……AH) so maybe by the end
of the next book (BOOK THREE) I might even make sense, although that may not be
a good move. I will be adding a thank you to all soon (…….AH), and tomorrow I
will be back in Cyberspace as normal, but readers of the book (BOOK ONE &
TWO) will now have to go out and buy volume two (THREE) so that I can continue
living a life of abject luxury and decadence OK start living a life of abject
luxury and decadence, Mum said IDIOT again.
(luckily
Mr Bond has stopped the bomb with three seconds to go….. PHEW…… however)
We are all now watching a
small ant (IT’S THE SAME ONE) wander across the patio and it appears to have
found a small red button saying do not press. This sounds very familiar, ants
are curious creatures so we all think he is going to press the button. The dog
thinks it will all end it tears but I am not sure the ant has heard or
understands the dog because it just pressed the small red button
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THE END
Here on the Blog I would like to say a special thank you to the other members of RATs.
ReplyDeleteMr H
Miss Lily
And last but not least the only American member of RATs.... A man who thinks like a Brit...... (WELL COOL)
Mr ESB
Thank you all for your comments...
If you believe any part of my alter ego space alien autobiography, then I'm not even reaLLy an American.
ReplyDeleteThat would certainly explain your Britishness and quirky thinking Me ESB....
DeleteEnding with Sinatra is a class act.
ReplyDeleteLee
Tossing It Out
Indeed it is, we are sort of opposites so it was a great way to end the post.
DeleteThe pleasure is all mine, Rob Z child of Cyber-space. Thank YOU for such a brilliant and eccentric blog. :D
ReplyDeleteI am not sure about brilliant, but I do like to think of it as eccentric... Glad you still like it Miss Lily...
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