She who must be obeyed was in a contemplative mood yesterday.
Do you know that tomorrow is 12/12/12?
Not in Thailand it isn’t. More like 12/12/55.
Don’t be difficult. It will be 12/12/12, and we have to kiss at 12:12.
Why?
Because it will be good luck.
Why? Don’t be difficult.
Of course she forgot, but I set an alarm on my phone and at 12:12 I planted a kiss on her lips.
What’s that for?
It’s either because I love you or because it’s 12:12 on 12/12/12. You can choose which.
We then got into a conversation about an apocalypse next week according to some bollocks from the Mayans. She who must be obeyed wanted to discuss the implications.
What if the Mayans were right?
What if they weren’t. It wouldn’t be the end of the world (which I thought was quite witty).
What would you do if it were the end of the world?
I believe that dying would be the logical choice.
Yes, but before that?
How much notice would I have?
Let’s say five minutes.
Sit on the toilet evacuating my bowels and screaming “I don’t want to die”?
No.
Get ready to take a photo of the end of the world?
No.
Turning off the water and electricity to ensure minimal damage to the condo?
No.
Holding you in my arms and telling you everything will be OK? Good answer.
A shame the world wasn’t forecast to end on 12:12, 12/12/12; I could have covered two superstitions with one hug.
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2012-12-12| Grant saysWhat a dreadful old cynic you are! Since when was one hug better than two, or more, or more squared? If the Mayans are right do pop up a quick last post with a shot of your splendid stiff upper lip, and no twitching…