Lo, she is a terrible Goddess, is soaking up a few rays on the balcony and I have gone almost 24hours without having a disaster.
Yesterday was a different kettle of fish.
I ran up some curtains – and fell off just as I reached the top.
I opened the front door in my pyjamas – and remembered I wasn’t wearing any – so where was the door I opened?
I put the kettle on – but it didn’t suit me and smelled of fish.
I solved the mystery of life completely – and forgot where I put the answer.
I worked out how goddesses ticked – the TG just smiled and looked down her nose at me, which was a very clever thing to do as she was lying down and I was up a step-ladder.
I picked my nose – it was a close run contest between that, my ears and my armpits.
At bedtime I managed to find the bed successfully – but the TG had changed the combination on the duvet padlock.
Ho hum – never mind – today is wonderful.
Apparently I have a new role as the Omblogsman. Luckily I've got a tasty young secretary helping out.
