General Chat

Well obviously with the frying pan which he was saving for the forthcoming Shrove Tuesday.

He might as well use it for something as he had left his dolly pot behind and was unable to crush any potential ore bearing quartz.

For years until he actually obtained one, Allan thought that a Miner's Right was some sort of Religious Ceremony

Having reminded himself( ;-)) that in the real world this was their golden year Allan started to have a rethink on where they were getting their water - was it time to start panning - but what with?

Should he buy his wife two or three Roses for Valentines Day?

What the heck. if he had access to a shop he would buy her a whole box; after all this was their Golden Wedding year.

As it was, having no phone, he couldn't even phone Dominoes Pizza for a home delivery for two very good reasons. Firstly he hated pizzas with a vengeance, and secondly he had no phone.

Life sure was tough at the bottom!

So much to ponder about............

Allan now wondered whether he should pay heed to the date and dream up some Valentine fine dining to treat OH. Perhaps that would help the situation concerning a certain dusky maiden.
But stocks were low, so what to do?

A random thought crossed Allan's mind

In fact it crossed quite freely as there was nothing there to impede its progress.

Just what is a '24-hr Convenience Store'?

How is going shopping at, say, 02:30 or 04:00, convenient?

You have to crawl out of bed and the first decision to be made is whether you'll get fully dressed or shop in your pyjamas, which I am the first to admit is a funny place to find a shop :-S

Then do you first make a cup of coffee to wake you up, but then what if it is a jar of coffee that you are wanting to purchase so that you can.....oh never mind.

Shopping during the wee hours is as inconvenient as having to get out of bed for a piddle (pun intended) during those same nocturnal hours, although it must be admitted that the consequences could be far more dire if you didn't as compared to not going shopping.

Allan, the Great Philosopher who immortalised that thought: I'm pink, therefore I'm spam.

He was always putting Descartes before de horse ;-) :-D :-D

Each time Allan ate those mushrooms he then forgot where he had found them. So he was continually searching for them

"Where's a 24-hour convenience store when you need one," thought Allan

And as if by magic.....back to mushrooms again I fear....

Allan was playing around with bits of wire from his OH’s capacious bag when he picked a world news bulletin - he thought they’d probably be safer staying where they were.
But food supplies were getting low.......

The arms of the dusky maiden, who was herself looking a little lost.

At least that was Allan tried to explain the situation to his OH who had just found him in this compromising situation

Exactly....no male would ever do such a thing.....now what did they tell him at school lichen grows on which side of the tree.....oh squirrel......he chased off as fast as he could only to fall into...

He was now lost both deep in the forest and deep in thought, but being male he refused the opportunity of asking a friendly Unicorn for directions.

I do wonder what my teachers were on with all their hippy songs for us when we were kids.....dear old Puff.....

With that Allan started walking through the forest he found himself in, scattering mushrooms as he went and singing about being by the sea....

Oh Yes.

Florence, Dougal, Mr Zebedee (he always had a spring in his step) and all the other imaginary characters.

Didn't they join forces against Puff the Magic Dragon, with the final battle taking place in a Yellow Submarine

Ah! Those were the daze, or so I'm told, because I don't really remember them ;-)

Forget the mushrooms what about that magic roundabout.....

Floating in a sky of flashing rainbows, with multicoloured raindrops. and fantastical beasts.

He was back in time to the UK, prior to the introduction of Decimalisation, when LSD was the only currency going.

D*mn those mushrooms!

Allan having mulled over the thought for a very long time suddenly came to his senses.....if he had a chance of meeting the younger OH he also had the chance of meeting the older version of the lovely young lady with the lovely bunch of coconuts....and maybe now she wouldn't think he was too old for her....he quickly jumped into the mini tardis which was only slightly too small for him. The next thing he knew he found himself.............

One of the realities of time travel is that sooner or later you run into your younger/older selves.

Allan was not sure what this would to the very fabric of nature, other than to cause a ladder which could not be stopped by correcting fluid, but the prospect of meeting a second OH filled him with expectant dread.

Would the older one describe to the younger one all those nasty habits he had developed over the years?

Would the younger one nod sagely, and immediately file for divorce?

Allan decided to consult his older/younger self .

A wise decision?

Alan and his OH may soon be travelling with another couple ;-)

Fortunately for Allan, and for the continuation of this long and winding saga, the copious bag which Allan's OH toted around had been purchased from a medical man.

Not the type who sell snake oil, but the genuine article.

Who? you may well ask, and you would be perfectly correct.

His wife had a mini-Tardis. In fact it was this condition that made his wife visit the Doctor in the first place.

That accounted for his wife, but the voices in his head remained silent, which was a pity really as Allan relied upon those as a type of filter against his OH's constant nagging.

The middle of next week has arrived but did Allan wait for his O H and the voices in his head to catch up?