House is quiet as everyone has left, only me and the dog hanging out. I'm about to start the ironing and maybe a little gentle housework.
So what better avoidance tactic than to write the blog?
So. I read today that the heir to the heir to the throne in Blighty has a pregnant duchess. This was announced in the French magazines last week so no surprises there. Lets just hope its a girl.... new laws give a girlchild the same rights as a male. Very progressive; should be tested. Names? I fancy a return to the sensible names of yesteryear - Dorothy, Ethyl, Margery, that sort of thing.
More importantly, I have been researching (i.e. looking at facebook) the end of the world. Its been written up in all the papers and this morning John Humphries mentioned it on radio 4. The end is nigh, naked people are walking up Bugarach with golden globes., he says.
According to Susie, who lives in Bugarach - where the alien shapeship will be hatching or possibly landing, depending - there's trouble. She has sweetly been inviting all and sundry to camp on her land but a neighbour told the local mayor and the gendarmes came round and told her they didn't like strangers hereabouts, see??? And the roads up the mountain will be closed off.
Another interesting thing is that Mark has been hired to do the ecotoilettes, that is the straw toilets that can be put in fields and cleaned up afterwards, so the mayor is expecting a presence of some sort though probably just teams of film crews.
Not much else happening. Except for the American christians who have arrived to stamp out the pentagram that is attracting demonic presences.
Erm, thats it really. Off to housework.
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