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Holidays

Take a break, relax, leave your worries behind. Great stuff, except that the piles of paper appear to have increased exponentially in such a short time.

Many people are complaining because I no longer answer my telephone. The simple reason is that I don't have time to answer the phone because everyone who calls wants me to do something new. And, quite frankly, I don't want to.

Initally the phone ringing creates tension, producing a craving akin to nicotine addiction but I've got over that stage, and now tend to ignore it. Surprisingly when I do take the trouble to discover who has just called I find the caller's number has been witheld. That usually has me screaming at the phone, 'you want me to answer, but do not have the tendency to tell me who you are!'

I wonder how long I can go on ignoring the world? Will I lose all my friends? Will the government lackeys stop chasing me to fill in their forms? Will salesmen finally decide I'm not worth the effort?

I wonder if Jehovah's Witnesses have ever tried to convert the Pope?

He's turning out to have a strange past: from Hitler Youth to St Peter. How much of the Wermacht does he have stuck to his boots? Time will tell, if he has time on his side, the one before Pope John Paul II lasted one month. God certainly wanted him to get back home for his tea.

posted by Suffolk Notes @ 1:50 pm