Life bearing in mind this is the summer holiday
seems to be very busy, and not good busy chasing the invisible Ibis through the
undergrowth with a spear, that’s me with the spear not the undergrowth. Or
climbing the North face of the DIY store again and planting the Union Jack and
claiming it for Britain or
even making an attempt on the main facade of Mount IKEA
But
as I was saying it is busy, what with major work on Zombie defences with Mr
Chris the builder who all being well will be back tomorrow to finish off; and
helping the Ghost Writer with his task of emptying his office, which I ended up
doing again today . . . . . . PHEW. And then I was asked to go and forage for
food in the garden with nothing but a small knife and my wits to track down
large game such as wielder beast and crocodiles, or golden eagle. Anyway it
appears the wildlife must have got scared off by a stranger sitting in a small
box not saying much, because pickings were slim and I was forced as a last
resort to hunt vegetables. The Ghost
Writer rightly says If it cant move don’t
eat it and he has a fair point. Sadly however my booty for the day was a
vegetarian’s delight, something a hunter of wild ferocious beasts would never
tell anyone for fear of ridicule back in the hunting lodge (summerhouse) so I won’t
write about that . . . . . . . AH DAMN . . . .
A reputation ruined
