I thought I knew my onions when giving sage advice to the terrible Goddess; I do try to ease her burden of ruling my universe. She suffers from sleepness nights trying to plan my days ahead, so I like to help with my two pennies worth. However I should always arm myself with the knowledge of the colour of her underwear. [This seemingly irrelevant statement will be explained on my next 'avid readers' tome.]

When she said she had slept particularly badly last night I started to expound,

"MY advice would be ................"

"Whatever you were going to say, don't say it." she snapped, " It would be rubbish!" and that was that.

I tried to reassure her that she need not worry about my ego or feelings or whatever and that she must try to exert herself more - not be a doormat. I do hope she doesn't lose sleep over it.

(That's the problem with knowing you're immortal; it's never ending. Lo, TG Ed.)