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My daughter used her new make-up set to give me a makeover. And I think we can all agree that I look spectacular. Shortly afterwards I took the dog for a walk and ended up having a chat with a lady who used to live next door to my inlaws. I had forgotten that I was wearing lipstick and eye shadow. But she didn’t say anything. I assume the local villagers presume this is the price they have to pay for having someone in showbiz living amongst them.
On my second dog walk of the day I recorded chapter 112 of Stone Clearing - and once again my great material about Omega and Omicron was lost to technical malfunctions. I think the problems are to do with Siri trying to join in with the fun, but I have turned Siri off now. To be honest Siri is still fucking shit all round anyway, so it’s something I should have done anyway. I am pretty sure Apple have programmed their phones to try and clamp down on stone clearers around the world. If the Stone Stasi get hold of the Apple records then they could take us all down. Well all the ones who record their stone clears. Which is most of us.
We had more family round for dinner and the kids were being amusingly mischievous and stopping any chance of serious adult conversation. As they should. My son was doing a lot of “jokes†involving pooing on people’s heads (not literally luckily). I am not in a position to criticise him. Not only was I a worse offender in terms of finding scatology amusing as a four year old, I have not really stopped doing so since.
It was going on a bit too long so I said that that was enough poo jokes for now. Oh the hypocrisy.
The glee went out of Ernie’s face and he looked down and with a sad look on his face quietly said, “I don’t know any adult jokes, so I have to do poo jokes.†It was the sweetest thing and I felt bad for popping his balloon full of faeces. He was enjoying playing along with the laughter and the conversation, but doesn’t yet know how to do that like the grown ups. It was a wonderfully mature and perceptive moment from the immature scamp, full of contrition and wisdom. I told him at bedtime that I thought he was very funny and must carry on being himself. He is sweet and generously affectionate and really just wanting to be a part of everything. His little asides about pooing on your face just placeholders for the fantastic nuggets of wit that he will come up with when he finally knows some adult jokes.
