Alien Time: Part 5

By DONNA MALANE, Illustrator RICHARD HORT

Now, when I way I was "visited' by an alien, I don't mean it knocked on the door, came in and we sat around playing computer games or anything. It really wasn't that kind of visit. That's the kind of visit Elliot or maybe Pascal does, but not the alien.

It happened on a Wednesday night. Late. Real late I think, though it's hard for me to judge because my stupid watch strap had broken again and to tell you the truth, even if I had been wearing a proper fully going watch I don't think I would have looked at it, things going on the way they were.

Wednesday night is usually my Dad night, but something came up and it didn't happen. I can't remember what it was now but anyway I didn't mind because it meant that if I kept really quiet, Joanne would forget it was past my bedtime and I'd get away with watching X-Files without her realising it.

I know it's stink that I've got a "bedtime' at my age. It's not like I'm five or something. I've had her on about it heaps. I even presented a "linear argument', logically laying out for her why I should decide myself what time I go to bed, and she still overruled me, which goes to show that thinking in a linear fashion may work for her, but it did zip for me on the old staying up later argument.

Publisher: Reed Publishing, $14.95