Robert's blog's gone again. His normal 'page' has been replaced with this ...
... whatever that means.
Maybe he'll come back, after all, he's been fading in and out for a while now - only coming through in waves which reminds me of this excellent Pink Floyd song:"There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying."
I don't know where Robert's blog and all its posts go to. They tend to stay away for a few days and then reappear. Maybe he sends them to Jesus or to Mary who vett them before sending them back. If so then I'm surprised that they don't do a bit of proofreading and editing while they're about it. Maybe grammar wasn't a feature of Aramaic.
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Maybe we're just too evil to hang out with a Catholic?
Maybe I should ask Shelley if she's okay with a manage à trois with Jesus?
Though Sheesh will have to sleep in the spare room.
I mean, three in a bed when I've got work the next day! Sorry Sheesh. Spare room.
No, Sheesh, I don't have any rosary beads. Give your mum a ring.
Ring her, for Christ's sake!
Mothers know best.
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