On Things Turning Up.

I keep getting ladybirds crawling across my monitor screen. It’s December and they’re supposed to be deep into hibernation, but I just had another one. And they’re not easy to catch and remove to a place of relative safety, being small, fragile and possessed of a go away, I’m having fun attitude. I managed it, but for how long?

But at least they have no air of mystery about them, which can’t be said of the hacksaw blade I found lying on the seat of my computer chair earlier. I know it wasn’t there at six o’clock when I vacuumed the chair seat, but it was there when I returned from my shower at 8 o’clock. I’ve had nothing to do with hacksaws or their blades since I nipped some ivy on my lilac bushes over a year ago, so how it came to be lying on my chair this evening is a complete mystery. I’ve stretched my mind every which way to think of an explanation, but nothing is coming through.

These things happen to me, you know. They always have.