Monday, 23 June 2008

Entry 23: in which I is the Daddy, it appears

Well the arrival of Metatron has certainly resulted in a good deal of twitter and jitter. Much focus too, on Earth, from whence he apparently hails. Mrs G has yet to meet old Meta and she will wait a while longer if I have anything to do with it. However she agitates constantly saying we must have him round for drinks and nibbles, it's only polite. Ha.

Found the boy in a sulk. Bit of delicate probing revealed the following, viz, that I have chosen Meta as some kind of deputy and why him over me etc etc. Well I was able to disabuse him of that notion and he bustled off cheerfully enough, but leaving me fretting about who is putting this nonsense about and why.

Hate a scene, but decided to beard Meta and sort this out for once and for all (which in these parts actually means for all).

Tracked him down without much difficulty - follow the sounds of chattering cherabim and you won't go too far wrong. It's hard to describe them politely, so I'll not bother and simply say that they are sensatomaniacs.

So, face to face we are, and he immediately starts singing my praises - talk about stereotypical behaviour - full of protestations about how much he loves me and so on.

"That's quite enough of that" I say sternly; absolutely loathe and detest these extravagant displays. "I'll come to the point. There is careless talk doing the rounds about what you might or might not do in The Realm and I can't say I like what I hear". Actually I quite impressed myself, and annoyed that Mrs G should miss my display of fireworks.

"If you have a role here" I continue "you'll learn about it from me. In the meantime consider yourself logged in with Guest status only".

Well stone the crows. Instead of giving me verbal, which I have to admit I was fully expecting, he announces "You is the Daddy and I is your bitch".

What a shower! Torn between squirming with embarrassment and quite enjoying the looks of furtive respect from those cherubs who had not already scuttled off. Although I did not feel I was in a hole, I decided that it would be a good idea to stop digging all the same, and I exited with as much dignity as I could muster.

Might just OK the invite from Mrs G after all.

8 comments:

Jolly Good Yarn Girl said...

How lovely to be sitting here, with all my noisy troops a-bed, tittering. Aaaah. A great end to the day. x JGYG

Ernest de Cugnac said...

jollygood - you are just too kind. Thank you

Janelle said...

heh heh heh heh!! love it! very bloody funny...! xx janelle

Reya Mellicker said...

Funny - yes - but it also has the ring of "truth" (whatever that means!)

Thank you!

Ernest de Cugnac said...

janelle - glad you can steal some time for a read, thanks.

reya - I too think it has the ring of truth; one instinctively feels that deities have a hard time too, just different.

Janelle said...

dot dot dot but still bloody funny...HAH! x j

Carie said...

What a wonderfully serendipitous discovery in the postbox! I'm really enjoying the God Diaries - may there be many more of them :)

Ernest de Cugnac said...

Hello carie, and welcome here. Thank you, and indeed all who have been so kind, for your supportive comments. The Diaries formed as an vague idea. I thought they would have legs. It appears that at least for some people they do, and that's great.