The Mighty God of the Sky, A slice of Bread and a Huge Beast.

I was eating my evening meal, a quiche with fried potatoes and salad followed by raspberry crumble and double cream and looking out of the window. We have very large windows this house is the lightest house (as in light rather than not heavy) I have ever lived in.  And as I looked out over the horizon there appeared a huge dragon like beast with eyes and pointy teeth and wings. It was all blue and grey and huge I mean really huge filling a fair bit of the sky and getting bigger all the time. Anyway I got distracted by my food for a minute or two as I pondered which slice of bread to eat. 

Looking back out of the window I was then shocked to see the large beast with its pointy teeth and wings had vanished and the sky was now full of nothing but a big blue grey cloud drifting eastwards in a cloud like manner. . . . Well that was mighty odd indeed.

But it got me into thinking about stuff in the sky, we don’t really have the same link with the sky like our ancestors did going back in time. I mean it was how humans managed to navigate all over the world looking at the stars in the sky and watching the sun and stuff like that. And then going back at least 2000 to 3000 years plus ago humans would make huge great stone circles to celebrate the Sun arriving in the morning and then very conveniently vanishing in the evening so that folk could have a sleep. Yes these were the Suns glory days when it was treated like a God.  Although the Sun still goes round and round the Earth (Yes Yes I know Bloody science has ruined that theory well and proper) giving us a nice confidently length, twenty four hour day (Phew that is lucky) no one goes out and leaps about at it calling it a God. . . . . OK not entirely true there are folk who go and wave at the Sun but they are a bit of a mixed bunch to say the least.

Maybe a few more stone circles and chanting might just help the Sun regain its pride and show up in a bit more of a God like way, that would be much appreciated around here. 

Sorry I'm late for the A to Z. . .(A is for Aliens)

Well I am back writing my diary after my blogging adventure of writing nonsense poetry about Aardvarks, which has been described as similar that that of Vogon Poetry, well that is not very nice is it.  Although interestingly enough the mention of the Vogons brings us to some real life events of which you do not know, you see late in the evening well after midnight there have been lights in the woods.  No not little twinkly lights like fairy lights or torches but big lights sort of light up half a forest sort of lights. We have been speculating what these lights might be, Mr Jones of course says it is alien spacecraft maybe even the mothership (you never get father ships). Now folk have laughed at this and say he is a nutter,  but he has a good point because it is clearly not Zombies because one thing I do know about Zombies is the are not keen on bright lights certainly not ones that will fry half a million moths at a time, because Zombies are light sensitive.  Folk have suggested other hypnosis’s as to why; but to tell the truth they are exceedingly boring and Steven Spielberg is hardly likely to make a boring film (AH hang on he was conned by those sneaky horses).  No he needs a high action block buster about an eccentric in cyberspace to get him back on track and to boost the flagging street cred . . . .  its not his fault, we all get old and lose our way.

AH YES lose our way that reminds me, only a short while ago two small children (OK they were teenagers . . . but not COOL ones) walked up our drive way and asked if I knew where they were as they were lost.  As it happened I did know where I was because I was at home; it appears they were heading to a camp site, but were not sure which one or what is was called. Having given the situation much thought I sent them on there way to what is probably  the right place as they knew they had to cross a mine field (sorry I mean field) and past the old mine where the dragons live (OK they are small invisible dragons. . . honest). Anyway that is about it for tonight. If I remember what else has happened I will tell you (and me) about it before I forget again.

What’s that Skippy some small teenage walkers have fallen down the mine shaft and been eaten by aliens . . . . . HAH HAHAHH AH Haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h a hah ah ah aha ha ha hahha haha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ha . . . . . . . . . . I'm sure that Skippy pushes folk into mine shafts…. I cant blame him. 

The strange feeling of being watched

It has been another half decent day with the sun shining and the like, although I will say it is starting to get cold now that the sun has gone down. I have been continuing my woodwork task today on the grounds that it is best to get it finished. There is one slight snag with that however I am not great at finishing stuff and can easily be distracted by odd little things.

And talking of odd things as I sat down to write my diary tonight I got the distinct feeling I was being watched which is a bit odd, the dog says its all in the mind and is sure sign I am going Gaga (that’s mad not the singer). He has asked me who was watching me so that he could track them down and scare them off because that’s what large dogs with red eyes and pointy teeth do; so I explained that it was almost as if I was being watched by a chicken, a rat, a small gremlin thing and the Queen. Well that was that because the dog was rolling about in hysterics, but I did tell the dog that we are going off to get an Indian takeaway from the Indian takeaway in Montgomery and that if he continued to snigger his would be given to the gremlin, well that stopped him.

So to be perfectly blunt that’s it, that is your lot tonight as there are much better things to do like eat curry and battle with things that leap out of monitors and keyboards and go GGGrrrrrrrrrrrrr a lot (OK a BIT) 

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Moths and Gun Shots

It is very late for me 11:00pm so rather late for tonight’s diary entry there are two reasons for this, well OK three. The first is that we have been out for a meal in the very nice and always chilled and friendly Sun Inn in Marton where I had rather excellent fish and chips, so we did not leave until about 9:30pm to head home. This brings us the second reason dad does not like to drive fast at this time of year because there are millions of moths that fly at the headlights of the car. By not going fast they at least have a fighting chance. I took a rather half decent picture of one that was in the house this morning too, yes it appears there are also millions of moths in the house as well as on the roads.  The final delay in writing my diary was due to the man with the gun… No it’s true it was a bit weird but that’s life in the country.

 It appears as we got out of the car back at the house that we heard a gun shot not the blast of 12 bore but a rifle. We are used to the sound of 12 bore because during the shooting season the men from the city, the bankers and the like come to take pot shots at anything that moves pretending it is the public….

But tonight was different; there was a single vehicle with a spot lamp on the roof slowly driving round the fields a few hundred yards way. They then slowly drove up to the main road and then back down the little lane and off round the back of the woods. We only heard the one shot however, but all a bit odd really……. It is just likely that they may have been chasing Mr Foxy, but Mr Foxy is very cunning indeed. I know what Mr Jones will say tomorrow he will say it was aliens.

OK its late now and I need to keep my head down so see you tomorrow ...

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