Rosie Benz

Gods Waiting Room

NOAH. (This is a bit long, But worth reading to the end.) In the year 2011 the Lord came unto Noah and said: ‘Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build an Ark to save two of every living thing along with a few good humans.’ He gave Noah the CAD drawings, saying: ‘You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.’ Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard, but no Ark. ‘Noah!’ He roared, ‘I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark ?’ ‘Forgive me, Lord,’ begged Noah, ‘but things have changed. I needed Building Regulations Approval and I’ve been arguing with the Fire Brigade about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbours claim that I should have obtained planning permission for building in mygarden because it is a change of use of the site, even though in my view it is a temporarystructure. We had to then go to appeal to the Secretary of State for a decision. Then the Department of Transport demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions to clear the passage for the Ark ’s move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it. Getting the wood was another problem. All the decent trees have Tree Preservation Orders on them and we live in a Site of Special Scientific interest set up in order to protect the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls - but nogo! When I started gathering the animals, the RSPCA sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the Council, the Environment Agency and the Rivers Authority ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted anenvironmental impact study on your proposed flood. I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commissionon how many disabled carpenters I’m supposed to hire for my building team. The trades unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only accredited workers with Ark-building experience. To make matters worse, Customs and Excise seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species. So,forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark. Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, ‘You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?’ ‘No,’ said the Lord. ‘……….the Government beat me to it.’