The Victorian Era

Day 3,135, 05:18 • Published in United Kingdom USA • by Charlie Silverhand

Got bored so figured I could do something stupid instead. Mother of stupid is boredom.



I sat at the porch, enjoying a nice cuppa with some biscuits. Apparently the contents that I inhaled had that side effect, who would have thought. What an awesome way to make children eat broccoli I thought as I watched the trees dance. My musings were halted as I heard the news channel from the living room where Grandma Moncrieff had a bunch of her friends over to hear about the latest updates about our nation. She has such adorable friends, no one would guess these sweet grammies were so sweet because of the brownies that they loved to have. I always get admiring looks when Grandma Moncrieff would claim I helped them with the baking.

Yes, I licked the ladle.

After the loud interruption of the music drifted away like the clouds that moved through the sky. Nothing is constant I mused, we hold regions, but it is never indefinitely. Great leaders break walls down and renovate the recaptured regions so that the next attack can destroy it all.

I don't mind it mind you, life would be boring if it there wouldnt be change. But as I was thinking, I was reminded of Sisyphus. It's a funny name I grant you. But the reason I was reminded was because of how he did the same task, only to have to do it all over again.

But he kept on rolling. And I can never admonish a man for rolling. It would be hypocritical.

I can hear the grammies laughing, It's apparently giggling at the words PUT ASS.

The brownies had taken effect, they will be giggling at anything for the next couple of hours. Maybe it's time to put the pen down. I don't know why I haven't put the pen down yet. Pen. Pen. Pen. That's a funny word.

The sun has set, I guess I should go to the Party House and see what's going on, Congress Elections aren't too far off. Maybe I'll sign up. Can't hurt. Well, it can't hurt me. Not so sure about the country.

Me in congress:

I say we pass a law that makes High Priest the best job in the world. Seriously.

eUK needs such well founded laws.

Your's Faithfully,
Sir Charles Moncrieff