Holiday time is over for most of us – but not for the visitors who are seriously overstaying their welcome in my pantry.
Happy new year, dear reader – I hope the holidays were full of happiness and will reward you with pleasant memories for the months to come. Me, not so much.
I’ve been attempting some creative writing courses and one of the techniques suggested is automatic writing, where one arises at sparrow’s fart and spends 15 minutes writing whatever nonsense is in one’s head.
This is what fell from my fingertips this morning and, lest you think my life is one long round of boozy lunches and exotic junkets, I’ve decided to share a little of my day. A dose of ‘real life’ in the country.
(You might like to keep in mind the fact that we are currently on day four of a monstrous heatwave, and ponder on the ramifications inherent in this little situation.)
“As I wander blearily into the kitchen, the smell of dead mouse hits me, but I’m in no state to deal with that quite yet. I head straight for the kettle, getting my first cup of tea for the day organised, to fortify myself before entering my large, and currently very pongy, pantry.