Dear Sir/Madam

Dear Blogosphere,

How are you? It’s been some time since I wrote. Sorry about that. But in my defense I have been thinking about you, which is why I am writing – just wanted to let you know.

You may not have realised that you have singlehandedly become my internal sounding box. While I may not be writing to you much my internal monologue is with you and you alone.

As a Christian this isn’t a good thing, one’s internal dialogue should probably be with God… So maybe I should be adressing this letter to Him. However, as is usally the case he’s likely to be reading over my shoulder anyway…

You may be wondering what we talk about. And so I shall give you a little look into the monologue directed by Deeleea to The Blogosphere… from here on in referred to (if the occasion arises) as TB for short.

Scene 1 – The Kitchen

D: It is a little known fact that when one requires mashed potatoes little else will do… However with this in mind it can be traumatic to find that there is no potato masher in the kitchen (or the rest of the house, for that matter). Which leads one to ask, where is the masher? Has Flick borrowed it for some nefarious purpose or could it be that the masher belonged to Bliss and as such it has made the move Up t’North and has therefore been gone for the best part of 18 months?

This is a conundrum but is not in any way a solution to the problem of a need for mashed potatoes when there is no masher with which to deliver them.

Enter the Tea Strainer. (Image is a reference only… mine is cheap and the wire is loose… this one looks like it wouldn’t admit any potato through it’s holes…)

Just as well mashed potato is only required for one and not a dinner party of 8.

Scene 2 – The Living Room

Do you think the universe is yelling at you when you leave the power pack for the Foogee at work 3 times in one week… Can you hear it yelling something like “STOP SPENDING EVERY WAKING MINUTE AT THE LAPTOP!”?

Yeah, me too… so I’ve asked Fish to order me one for home. Just so the Universe will shut up.

Scene 3 – The Bedroom

Cleanliness is apparently next to godliness… ah well, there’s only one God in my world, and it ain’t me. As demonstrated by the state of my room.

Do you cringe everytime you open the bedroom door too? Sheesh… It can’t be that hard to put the washing away when it’s clean instead of using the dirty washing basket as a top drawer… So much for my little corner of the world at which to work and study… I can’t find the bloody thing under all the paper…

Pretty much as I feared really. I know myself too well

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Watch this space for more internal monologues… They’re pretty much all I have time for at the moment…