Snippets

Out of the corner of my eye
a murder was taking place...
Both perpertrator and victim were in full view.
From my vantage point I could have given a detailed description of events as they unfolded
and been the ideal witness.
What a pity Crimewatch no longer runs!

It is hard to concentrate
on the self-appointed task of deleting old files, or moving them into
'the-folder-they-should be-in'
when a spider is wrapping up his lunch
filing it carefully for future consumption
just a few inches
and a couple of layers of glazing,
away from my desk.
Mind you, in honour of
the glorious weather
the window was open.
I hoped that the spider didn't notice...

Too soon working at home became far too 'hot desking'
as the sun shone steadfastly on the south-facing windows,
and my eyelids had a regretful desire to droop.
I adjourned downstairs to the kitchen,
where I continued to stoically review
a decade of files that had ended up in 'documents',
moving them into their correct folders - or 'Trash'.
It was the sort of task that, if you are like me,
you keep meaning to do,
but never get round to doing,
and now have no excuse not to do it.
Ah, the unexpected joys of lockdown...

In the afternoon
I tempted the KHT into the garden
with the promise of some warm soapy water and some rather grubby bottle lanterns
that deserved a good clean.
The other day it was ceramic flower pots that she was cleaning.
The excitement never ends in this household,
but at least it is all good clean fun...



After tea we went for our customary stroll.
On the playing fields she suddenly stood still and asked
"Where is it?"
"Where is what?"
But I am supposed to know what 'what' is without being told.
Fortunately I guessed correctly from the photo we took two days ago.
"Oh, the moon?!'
"Yes!"
"It probably hasn't got up yet..."

As we headed for home the conversation took a philosophical turn
"Would Oliver Cromwell have wanted to get rid of the NHS, like Boris does?"
"At the moment I think Boris is probably very grateful for the NHS..."
"Well, would he?"
"There was no NHS back then..."
"Would Oliver Cromwell want to get rid of religion, too."
"He wasn't against religion, he just didn't like all the fancy stuff - the carved images."
"He wanted to get rid of Christmas!"
"Cromwell was a Puritan - so he wasn't into excessive celebrations. 
He thought Christmas should be quiet and reflective, not endless feasting and jolifications!
Christmas celebrations had probabably got a bit excessive, like they have these days.
People spend too much and worry to much 
and it ends up being anything but a celebration of the Birth of Jesus!"

Then I was rescued.
"Look," declared the KHT joyfully
Sure enough, the 'pink moon - looking far more orange than pink,
was just appearing between the houses.

And so another day duly drew to a close...