IT'S SATURDAY

Well, one week to go to our trip to England. I've a busy day ahead so I'll be brief. Sunday Lunch will go ahead as normal tomorrow with Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding.

A quick translation of the bit in the paper, will the gist of it is that the ex Mayor Mr Markakis just pointed out that it had come to his notice that I organised walks in and around Vrahassi. He says that he has always wanted this to happen and is very interested in opening up the old roads.

And now, very quickly before I shoot off to buy supplies, a bit more of 'It's Just a Story.' I know it is a bit strange having to look back to the beginning but that's blogging for you. Here goes...
(and I say again, all characters and places are purely fictitious).

Part lll - the Dream Catcher

"Prepare to sweep,' commanded Zod, in that satisfied tone of 'gotcha' that all hunters have when nailing their target.
"All points locked Sir, ready to sweep," replied Ay, Zod's second in command (whose dream had been to be first in command but Zod had snatched it, thus ensuring that Ay would always be second in command). The vessel was buffeted by the north wind but it kept a steady course.
"Hold her steady... now sweep." Zod was a ruthless dream catcher. He smashed his fist onto the control panel. "Mine," he said with that Gollum-like glee of possession.

This time, Zod had swept up a dream house and smashed the hopes of a young couple whose dreams were about to come true: he had stolen their dream and he entered it into his virtual reality computer under 'Dream Homes'.

The Dream Catcher was well aware of Goldstime and his inaccessible dream of a vault full of precious time. It was the pot at the end of the rainbow for Zod. It was the one dream that had eluded all his efforts to ensnare. He had tried sneaking up on Goldstime just as he was about to go to sleep. He had tried locking on to him as he had finished counting his money every day (because that was when he was most likely to dream of having more, and time was money). He had even pretended to be a customer and had bought a clock of remarkable elegance, and, by the way, very, very, expensive as it also incorporated chiming bells that sounded exactly like church bells and ensured that you would always get to the church on time (and you would certainly never be late for your own funeral). But Zod had been so fascinated by his new toy that he had forgotten why he had gone to buy it and the secret of where Mr Goldstime kept his dreams was safe.

It was very confusing for Zod because he was used to an easy life. There were plenty of castles in the air, all full of wonderful treasure. But always at the back of his mind was that big one; the one that one day would give him enough to retire on. He never had quite enough time but with Goldstime's dream he would have more than he knew what to do with. It would be like finding eternal life. What he could do with all that extra time! Zod's dream bubble went into the pool. He dreamed of finding the vault of extra time and the secret of eternal life.

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Yorgos took another puff on his roll up. He inhaled it deeply. The sun was on his back and his sheep were all gathered around him bleating and buffeting each other for a place at the watering trough. Yorgos was happy. The thought crossed his mind to do something that God would punish him for, for sure, but as most thought did, it crossed his mind very quickly and was replaced by a void, just a void. He sat on a rock and blended in to the world around him. And it was at that very moment that it happened.
Usually something like that only happens to Nepalese monks half way up a mountain in the Himalaya, or to Indian Gurus whilst sitting on a bed of nails. But not this time... this time it was Yorgos the shepherd who experienced some great 'out of body'; some would call it a 'divine' experience. A revelation of the third kind entered the void in Yorgos' mind. It was such a powerful vision that the bubble that contained it was barely strong enough. In fact the dream was so real that it made Yorgo open his eyes and grip the rock beneath him just to make sure that he was where he thought he was. But, of course, he wasn't. He looked at his new watch. It read one second to thirteen - and it had stopped. Yorgo was stuck in extra time. He was aware of the world about him moving on but he was not part of it. He hovered in some sort of space-time continuum not knowing what was going to happen next, if indeed there was a 'next' because time for him had stopped. He was in a no-man's-land of time. For some reason the mutation, or the evolutionary increase of his brain cell had thrown his mind somewhere that no mind had been before. he looked down from the bubble that seemed to surround him... and his journey began.

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And now I really must go to Neapolis to get the meet for tomorrow and the beer for tonight. It's football and Chelsea are playing so if you come to the bar, better wear blue. See yers! Jane x