Tony
18th June 2011, 16:28
What it's like living with an Avalonian...
“Pie'n'eal... you on that computer again?”
“Not really,” says I.
“What exactly does that mean?” asks Mrs P.
“Er...shush!”
“Don't you shush me, you grotty little man!” says Mrs P.
“I was just trying to clarify something, about consciousness.”
“Well, clarify the washing up, put the vacuum away and stop giggling. ” says Mrs P, starting to smoulder.
“I was just looking up Common purpose and the connection to Orwell's 1984.”
“You're on that bloody web site 15 hours a day! Think you run the world?”
“Well, actually....”
“Look – you already want us to move to higher ground, near a river, dig a big hole, buy some chicken wire, get a goat and a chicken...and now you say we may need a boat. Gonna be a bit cramped isn't it, and as well as smelly? What's this all got to do with you anyway? Who told you to stick your beak in?
“I blame all that meditation?” she signs, walking off to hang the washing out.
Q. Does this sound familiar?
“How d'ya know there are ETs out there?”
“You don't believe all that stuff?”
“Well, they say that Reptilians rule the world.” I explain.
“Actually it does sound a bit daft.” I agreed.
“It is difficult separating the New age stuff from facts.” I said.
“Well... it's nice you have a hobby.” She says in a sympathetic tone, giving me smile.
(She thinks I'm on the autistic spectrum.)
“Are they friendly?” she enquires.
“Oh, yes they're good fun.”
“What!” she said, slightly puzzled.
“ The reptilians?”
“I don't think so.” I said. “I was talking about the Avalonians.”
She came round in the end. Her name is Tarka the Duck!
Well, it's Saturday night!
Tony
“Pie'n'eal... you on that computer again?”
“Not really,” says I.
“What exactly does that mean?” asks Mrs P.
“Er...shush!”
“Don't you shush me, you grotty little man!” says Mrs P.
“I was just trying to clarify something, about consciousness.”
“Well, clarify the washing up, put the vacuum away and stop giggling. ” says Mrs P, starting to smoulder.
“I was just looking up Common purpose and the connection to Orwell's 1984.”
“You're on that bloody web site 15 hours a day! Think you run the world?”
“Well, actually....”
“Look – you already want us to move to higher ground, near a river, dig a big hole, buy some chicken wire, get a goat and a chicken...and now you say we may need a boat. Gonna be a bit cramped isn't it, and as well as smelly? What's this all got to do with you anyway? Who told you to stick your beak in?
“I blame all that meditation?” she signs, walking off to hang the washing out.
Q. Does this sound familiar?
“How d'ya know there are ETs out there?”
“You don't believe all that stuff?”
“Well, they say that Reptilians rule the world.” I explain.
“Actually it does sound a bit daft.” I agreed.
“It is difficult separating the New age stuff from facts.” I said.
“Well... it's nice you have a hobby.” She says in a sympathetic tone, giving me smile.
(She thinks I'm on the autistic spectrum.)
“Are they friendly?” she enquires.
“Oh, yes they're good fun.”
“What!” she said, slightly puzzled.
“ The reptilians?”
“I don't think so.” I said. “I was talking about the Avalonians.”
She came round in the end. Her name is Tarka the Duck!
Well, it's Saturday night!
Tony