There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
"Open your mouth wide," the cat told me. I did as directed. "Now put your foot in," he said encouragingly. "I can't, it's far too smelly," I protested. "Then change your socks, the maid must have kept a clean pair somewhere," he said firmly. "You chewed most of them up," I told him. "Doesn't matter, then put your naked foot in your mouth," he commanded. "I'm sorry, I goofed up," I said contritely. "Such bungling can't be tolerated," he raved. "Sorry," I apologised. "You don't forget to be an ass most of the time," he said. "But I don't wear a dunce cap these days, it went out of fashion!" I exclaimed. "Then open your mouth wide and dunk your tootsies in," he said determinedly. "I'm sorry, I'll never be late with your dinner again," I implored. "You promise?...