Wilf and yours truly were left alone while 'the font' went back to London to deal with a certain cost centres departure for New Haven. Too nice a day to be inside working on the house so instead Wilf and I play rugby in the garden. I drop kick, he retrieves. I drop kick, he retrieves. Somehow something kicked into the air is always that much more exciting than something thrown.At the end of a perfect day, we settle down , me on the sofa , Wilf by me on the floor, to watch trash tv. After a few minutes of channel surfing we find a great 'documentary' on the Bermuda triangle. A young assistant professor from Baylor saying that there might be a ' primeval dark energy force that eats time'. Wow! How cool is that! This calls for another glass of St.Estephe.
Now the spooky part. The next thing I know an hour and a half has gone. Simply disappeared. The Bermuda triangle documentary has been replaced by replays of 'Friends', Wilf is on his back sound asleep and snoring, the bottle of St.Estephe has mysteriously emptied itself, and the clock that was showing midnight is now showing one thirty. Uncanny. The primeval dark energy force that eats time has appeared here in deepest France Profonde . What's worse it guzzles my best clarets. Remember, you saw it here first.
Angus, Now that Gail has, finally, finished reading her book on cosmology, I am sure she can explain all about that dark time-eating energy stuff. Meanwhile I think that Wilf will find Newtonian mechanics sufficient when calculating the trajectory of the rugby ball.
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Bertie.
I think Terry Pratchett had some interesting theories on time too.... amazing how it vanishes.
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You both seem to spend a lot of time travelling....!!!
Twilight Zone! Beware.
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I'm so glad you explained this - now I know why I never accomplish as much in a day as I think I can - the Bermuda Triangle!!
ReplyDeleteGood heavens Angus, the dark time eater/wine guzzler sometimes shows up here in New Hampshire too. That Bermuda Triangle certainly gets around! Buzzy McDuff was recently gifted with a Penn State football similar to Wilf's rugby ball. But he also had to remind me that while Cairn Terriers certainly do chase, they'd rather not retrieve. *sigh*
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Oooooh, I thinks your house may be haunted! ;)
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Maggie Mae
*snicker* I had no idea that the Bermuda Triangle could shift time and place like that! I'm glad you didn't disappear altogether!
ReplyDeleteThe Bermuda Triangle in France? Yea, right. Next you'll be telling us about the "pink elephants" you saw. LOL
ReplyDeleteI've thought for quite sometime that there are cosmic forces at work in your home! However I thought that the paranormal activity would only occur if Madame Bay, and a worker like the pool man, or the decorator and you were all in one room together--Glad to see that I'm wrong! :-)
ReplyDeleteLaughing! That time-guzzling triangle seems to extend to my house too! How many times has that happened to me? Too many to count.
ReplyDeleteLove hearing about the perfect day. It sounded idyllic to me! What a great friend Wilf is to you.
I'm so pleased to know that there is a scientific explanation for the time eater/wine guzzler phenomenon-- and that it's not related to the San Andreas Fault here in California!
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ReplyDeleteAh, but living as close to the Bermuda Triangle as we do here in South Florida (aka la floride profonde), we experience its force quite frequently. Clock hands move inexplicably. Wine bottles empty. Final scores of St. Louis Cardinals baseball games left unknown. Books opened to a page not remembered.
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xxx Joan
Intriguing m
I think perhaps Madame Bey came by while you were sleeping! :)
ReplyDeleteI like it. Your Bermuda time/wine theory explains a lot - the same thing happened late one night here in New Zealand recently. Dog found asleep (so much for the guard dog qualities of a Golden Retriever) and wine and time gone.
ReplyDeleteOnce, there was a program that I was excited for. I waited all day for it and made sure to sit down in front of the tv in plenty of time before the start of it. A half hour later, the program was over and I had absolutely no memory of it. Freaked me out!
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