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.
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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.
*smile*
Actually Gayé 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.
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