Notes, Intriguing and Disparate.

I found a scrap of paper today, lying on the verge a little way down the lane. On it was written:

Adrennes Rose---nd (the paper had a hole in it.)

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The letters were all printed; some of them looked quite mature, while others looked immature and suggestive of a child’s handwriting.

I was intrigued enough to try several search terms in Google, but all I could come with were a number of websites offering advice on how to ask Jesus for protection against Satan’s little helpers, some New Agey adverts attempting to sell remedies to the gullible, and a few forums in which people were enquiring whether it was in any way dangerous to dream of evil spirits. I didn’t find a single ad for heavily discounted malt scotch.

Still, I remain intrigued as to why somebody – maybe local and maybe young – should have written such a note on a scrap of paper. You never know what’s going on in people’s minds and behind closed doors, do you?

And on the subject of notes, I went out into the garden tonight, in the rain after it was dark. To the south an owl was hooting; to the north there were fireworks banging. What a disparity of worlds those two simple sounds represent.