[ WP ] The Elderly Gods

Ever since he ’ d retired Zeus had taken to pottering about in his shed at the end of universe. 
 It kept him busy and out of the way of the Mrs. 
 He liked to make things like two headed cows, frogs with extra legs and those weird unidentifiable sea monsters that wash up on beaches every now and again, just the mess with the humans and to annoy the new management. 
 Those damn upstart new Gods taking his job. It just wasn ’ t the same anymore. 
 Back in his day all a god had to do was to blow his nose and the universe would convulse. Time was when being a God actually meant something, back when you could start a good war, tear mountains asunder, send heroes on epic quests, and cavort with nubile young nymphs and be back at Olympus in time for tea. 
 Nowadays it was all about none intervention and cost effectiveness. 
 He rembered when Odin, Thoth, Huitzilopochtli and himself had got really drunk and had hidden the Atlantic ocean in Thors helmet. You just couldn ’ t get away with that nowadays, not with Hera breathing down the back of his neck all the time. 
 Odin was in a nursing home now, his time taken up with crossword puzzles and his love of Irish linin. 
 Last he herd Thoth was living in Oxford masquerading as an old Oxford Don. 
 He had n't seen the old gang in centuries. Maybe he should give them a call. Maybe but not today. 
 He put the finishing touches to the winged cat he was working on in Yorkshire and ambled back up the garden path to the house, Hera would pissed if he was late to tea.
