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.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A second Bermuda triangle.
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.
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 The Bermuda triangle documentary has been replaced by replays of 'Friends', Wilf is on his back sound asleep and snoring, the bottle of St.Estephe has mysteriously emptied itself, and the clock that was showing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.