Day 6.

 Okay, if you've been reading this blog for the last five days, I don't need to explain what today's title means.

So, I guess I'll just get on with things as usual.

Oh, and no surprise that Robert's blog has shut down again. I guess I'd better write a biblical message for him.

Graham 1:23 A man walked among the people at a market. He had the look of a holy man. Maybe he just needed to buy some new clothes at the market? He approached a store where male clothing was sold. The man running the store asked his name. At that same moment in time the man hit his big toe on a rock that was partially hidden and hard to see. He said, "Jesus Christ!" The store owner replied, "No you're not. He was in earlier."

Years earlier.

God the Father: Okay, son, I'm going to send you down to Earth on a mission.

God the Son: Is that the place that we originally called Jasper? 

God the Father: Yes, the humans I made needed a simpler name that they could remember, but don't worry about that now. It should be a nice little trip with no big dramas. [G the F giggled to himself] I'm sort of trying to get rid of Original Sin in a slightly different way. We'll have to get you looking like a human.

God the Son: Can I wear makeup? I like makeup.

God the Father: [under his breath] Jesus Christ! [speaking normally] Hey, that's not a bad name for you to use. Jesus Christ! It sort of has a ring to it. Let's go with that. Look, don't overdo the makeup. Just a little bit. We want you to blend in. We don't really want to push the idea that they can bonk anybody. Come to think of it, I'll have to make some marriage rules too. I'll invent the word fornication. That has quite a ring to it!

No practice yet today. Today my intention is to get a contractor to cut our lawns. I guess I've reached that stage in life. I'm also going to resign from the job of playing the bugle on Anzac Day. My job today is to try and work out who runs the day now. I'll start by making enquiries at the library. I've heard that there is a group that is in charge. Remember how one of them wanted to interview me until she found out that I probably wasn't related to Richard Prouse. (Richard Prouse Park, Wainuiomata) I guess she could play the bugle this year. It's not that hard.

Then it'll be just about time to pick up Prowsey Senior from daycare. 

That's it for today.

Ciao tutti.