Guru Yawn’s “Soul on fleek” post, which shows her heavily photoshopped image, complete with a thigh gap bathed in a halo of light, is something else. It’s a miracle she hasn’t reproduced it in stained glass, with a touch of Frenchic and a squittering of gold leaf.
If Guru Yawn really wants to have a spiritual awakening, she could follow Julian of Norwich’s example by quietly getting on with it, with no need for payment or adoration. She could ask Mr Acolyte Yawn to brick her up in a cell in The Thatch, leaving a hole big enough to receive food, water and a bucket, and big enough for her to pass on spiritual guidance to those making a pilgrimage to The Thatch (such as bailiffs). To solve the problem of waiting for planning permission, Guru Yawn could simply wheel out the bot potty, ask Mr Yawn to glue the door shut with her inside, leaving a small hole in the wall big enough to receive food and drink (no need for a bucket because the bot potty is already well appointed in that respect). She can meditate on her spiritual throne all day and night, and if people want spiritual guidance, they can visit her. I imagine the motorway and the country lanes near the Thatch will be gridlocked in no time. 😉