Archdruid: Peace be With You
All: .......................................
[Hnaef shouts through wall]: You've muted us!
Archdruid: Oops. Hang on...
Archdruid: Peace be With You
All: And with your spirit, life force or alternative expression of a psychic dimension.
George: Yeah, I've got to go cos she's here, Reg. I love you too....*
Archdruid: George! Get back on mute!
All: Have you shouted at the Patron Saint?
Archdruid: Different George. Where were we?
All: Peace be with you.
Archdruid: And with your spirit, life force or alternative expression... hang on, we're the wrong way round. Let's go from the confession.
All: We are sorry that we have drunk too much, gone on Facebook too much, looked at the news too much, and eaten too much. We were going to write a series of novels, learn Dutch, teach ourselves the piano, lose two stone in weight each and become all-round nicer people. Instead, the lawn is unmown, the walls are unpainted, the spring has gone and we have not recently shaved.
Archdruid: We were told to do something to raise our heart rates.
All: But we've read the Daily Mail and it's not helped at all.
Archdruid: Keep at it, guys. We're doing our jobs.
All: Thanks, Eileen. Can you order some pizzas and wine in the shopping?
George: I mean, a 48 inch bust is all very well, but it doesn't get the dockets in...
Archdruid: George! Will you get on mute! And then stop failing at multitasking!
George: OK, Archdruid. I've just got Sybil Thorndike on green. I can't really talk, because she's here.
Archdruid: I love you too.
Reading: And in those days, Saint George came from Turkey. But fighting dragons was not a permitted exercise, so he stuck to just taking it for a walk round the park. And he had no problems with social distancing.
Blessing
Archdruid: Stay where you are, to the glory of God and the health of the world.
All: Righty-ho.
* "Lengths" by Peter Cook and Dudley Moore
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