Sunday, 1 June 2008

Entry 15: in which Mrs God is unhelpful

I had been wrestling with the boy's question; the one that , in effect, asks what we are "in". Asked Mrs God her views on what we are in - "The Mire" was her unhelpful reply, but it seemed to amuse her enormously and she spent most of the next millenium cackling at her own wit.

Now I like a joke as much as the next entity, or perhaps marginally less; OK, quite a lot less, but that's not the point. To be witty you have to be more than, oh I don't know, infantile.

And I've been distracted. Oh well, another time.


GayƩ said...

No wonder on Earth men and women whinge and whine about each other. One has to look at the origins of this relationship I guess. I would really love to read the diary of Mrs God, if she cared enough to pen one down (or rather, type up one).
Looking forward to the next entry.

Ernest de Cugnac said...

Actually GayƩ I have a sneaking suspicion that Mrs God's diaries would be a lot of fun.
Almost certain to prick the bubble of pomposity of You Know Who.