Deep sadness

lumps in the throat. A complete unease of the soul. The tears which refuse to arrive. That feeling of numbness. Oh God let it pass…


Merry Mary Making Mad Mayhem Mingling with the Mop

Now it was Mary’s turn. Freddy had died a horrible death with a mug breaking his back and Harpic all over him. Mary landed up in our bathroom and artfully hid in the mop. So she didn’t have a horrible death. She was swiftly transferred to a bucket and dropped at the gate. And there she sat glumly looking at the wall wondering why Freddy didn’t have the same sense she did… *sigh*