Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Today I murdered my balloons.
What kind of comment /confession is that? My kind.
Those long-suffering readers who saw my item on the balloon family I acquired on my birthday back in March will perhaps remember that I intended to keep the helium filled 'children and mama' as long as I could.
They were still occupying a chair this morning in various states of deterioration when I suddenly thought "this is mad, they are taking up a whole chair, the room is a mess".
With that I took my letter opener and callously ended their existence.
Now I feel guilty!
That, odd though it may be is as nothing to the fact that I 'talk' to the birds when I've been out all day and they were fed only once (early morning), instead of two or even three times.
When I eventually - after a very long time, throw out a pair of worn-out shoes I say, "sorry, you really have to go". Then I miss them.
If the large pale ginger cat who is a regular at my restaurant, doesn't eat all his biscuits I say "sorry I shopped somewhere else and they don't sell the ones you like".
I could go on, but for the sake of your poor nerves will refrain.
There is probably a (not very nice) name for my sort of mind but, if you know it, please keep it to yourself.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 12:15:00 pm