Hello,
Regular readers will recall that I met a man called Trevor through the reincarnee’s dating agency, “Have We’ve Met B4?” (www.previouslovepreviouslives.com). Trevor in a previous life was a Roman Centurion. (You can read more about how we met here!)
Sadly it didn’t work out. Basically he spent all his time assembling a 25,000 piece mosaic of himself as a Gladiator killing a Christian, in his spare bedroom. Odd.
So I am single at the moment!
Recently, whilst shoplifting, I bumped into an old friend Cindy. I hadn’t seen her for ages on account of her taking up with some hippies who went to live in a tepee in the Slad Valley. Cindy spent most of her time weaving baskets made from dessicated skin. Through a combination of primal scream therapy , magic mushrooms and cider she inhabited the soul of Lot’s Wife! (the one who turned to a pillar of salt after turning back to look at Sodom for the non-religious amongst you).
She said it wasn’t much fun being a pillar of salt, made her dandruff salty and she would dissolve a bit in the rain.
Being Lot’s wife wasn’t for her! (Funny how Lot’s wife doesn’t have a name).
To prove her tale, she let me lick her forearm. Boy was it salty! She’s staying with me whilst her tepee is deep cleaned. Whenever I have a boiled egg for breakfast she dips her little finger in the eggs and hey presto! they are nicely salted!
When it snows, I will roll her down the garden path! Save me a fortune.
Agnes
