Never Ending Stories

Men (normally men) stand in front of their freshly washed and polished four-wheel passion with admiration for the amazing piece of technology proudly being paraded in their driveways, it took at least two hours! Knowing full well that this evening dew will fall upon the gleaming, shiny, mostly metallic paintwork (Okay, not everybody has a garage or driveway for that matter), or it will rain, and even if it does not rain, we can all be sure within the next two days our gleaming piece of pride and joy will soon be smudgy again. Yes, even in driest nations on our planet, one can be sure our paintwork will be attacked by Sahara sand flying in on the back of Southern Winds. Damn flies and insects will not move out of the way when we proudly drive our pristine clean automobiles, they just smash with impunity into our grill, bonnet, windscreens, and side mirrors. As sure as planet earth revolves around the sun in 24 hours we can be sure all the hard work washing and polishing our pride and joy will be reduced to a mud or dust ridden lump of metal and the process begins again, a "Never Ending Story"

We fill our dishwashers up with our dirty plates, glasses, cutlery, pots and pans! One of the greatest inventions since pony's did not have to work in coal mines as slaves. It takes maybe two days to fill the thing up.Then we are all relieved as we press the button and there it goes, but we also know someone has to empty the thing (I do not know who empties dishwashers most, the kids, wives or husbands? In our house it is me ). For many humans, a 'pet hate' but it is unavoidable unless you do the washing up with your hands like before the Americans invented yet another domestic appliance to alleviate our daily chores (or does it?), it's a "Never Ending Story!"

Here is a short list of things we must do to maintain a reasonable clean, hygienic lifestyle (not everybody's cup of tea by the way) and they all are "Never Ending Stories".

The Washing Machine: Brilliant invention, females (mostly) do not have to trudge down to their local stream, find a suitable stone and bash the hell out of the filthy wash; dirty underpants are certainly no joy to wash with the hands! But still the washing has to be dried, hung up, and eventually ironed: A Tedious Never Ending Story for the mostly female fraternity.

Writing a Book: What! Who on earth is foolish enough to do that? Yeah, okay cleverdicks, J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, etc, did it I know. Get your rough draft done, go back to the beginning, spell-check and find out if the nonsense you wrote makes sense, edit it three times, and when the fab upcoming author is convinced he or she has a bestseller, pitch it out to Penguin or Hatchett (Sorry, that's a dodo, the high an mighty publishers only accept manuscripts from their favourite literary agents). Try and try again, rejection after rejection, frustration after frustration, defeat after defeat, and then. Submit to a money-grabbing Vanity publisher, or self-publish and join the billions of self-published authors dreaming to be guess who? J.K. Rowling! "A real Never Ending Story!"

Hairdressers: This one is not for bald-headed readers, a real money saver! We trot off (not me, I am a bald as a badger, luckily) to our hairdresser, barber, she or he rubs he or she rubs his hands, sharpens the scissors, puts you in the chair, chats nonsense for at least 15 minutes, in the interim washes, cuts and designs our hair for extortionate prices that we just accept because we all want to look pretty sharp. Pay our bill, walk out of the shop and if unfortunate, a Northeast wind blows down the high street and our super hairdo is blown into a mess. If we are lucky, we make it home without too much mess, look in the mirror, compliment ourselves, forgetting in a week or maybe three, we have to go back again because our fab hairdo is out of shape, or our damn hair has grown and it needs shaping again;" A Never Ending Story!"

There are too many Never Ending Stories to mention; daily, weekly, monthly chores that plague our lives with tedious, duties. (A hermit doesn't give a damn)

Moral of this, could have been, Never Ending Blog is: We are all just Carbon Units whizzing around the planet doing our thing forgetting that planet earth spins on its axle 24 hours every day, and we humans do exactly the same in our short lived 'Never Ending Story' which does end in the same place always in a 'Never Ending Story' because our stories are replaced by other Carbon Units doing nothing different than we all did! (They all believe they are different, but they are not, their cars and dishwashers will keep on turning like ours did)

Yes, the Happy Male washing his pride and Joy, but for how long will he be smiling like a lottery winner?