Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?

For many years now I have tried to get Lo, she is a terrible Goddess to treat me properly – with little success.
Last week I came up with a cunning plan. I secretly purchased a tape called “How to turn your goddess into a character from Pride and Prejudice”; such a snappy title I knew it would be good.

Every night this week, as the TG drifted into a deep sleep, I played the tape next to her shell-like.

“Oh, Mr Darcy, shall we have this dance?” repeated over and over again.

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This morning she sat bolt upright in bed, stared straight into my eyes [quite tricky actually, as my eyes tend to ‘settle’ when I’ve been asleep – not necessarily that evenly] and said,

“Oi Mr Arsy, you’re a complete dunce!”

and then collapsed back on the pillow ………. smirking.

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