I don’t really know where it happened… in a church, a dustbin, a charnel house? A bus perhaps? There were… but what were there, though? Eggs, carpets, radishes? Skeletons? Yes, but with their flesh still around them, and alive.
(Hesitation from Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau)
Well, here’s my effort:
Sunday, 15 November 2020
Er… I’m not sure what I did all day long. I got up, that seems likely. And must have had breakfast. Or had I? And what did I do afterwards?… Er… let me think. Perhaps I worked on my blog. Or not. I might have been doing something else. I definitely did something… didn’t I? But perhaps not. I mean God rested on the seventh day, and this is the seventh day, right? Or actually, is that supposed to be the Saturday, you know, the Sabbath… or what.
Let me just try and remember… Yes, I must have worked on my blog. And then… well… I did something else. Definitely. Something else, right? And later… er… in the afternoon, I’m pretty sure of that at least, that it was afternoon, I mean, we… er…. oh yes, we had high tea. Of course, I could have been just suffering from hallucinations?
Over to you. 🙂
⇒ Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau