Time And Toast

A disappointment with the cornflakes is soon forgot. Godson loves marmite and butter toast. He also loves Dog, who benefits from a slyly dropped crust. We make plans to view some cows (not many of those wander through his city life) and go off the path adventuring in the woods. He has a sonic screwdriver and I have some pruning shears. For now though I drive my houseguests into the wet slap of a small February town, leave them to continue the rounds of visits and I'll get them back all dizzy and in need of a rest tomorrow.
All the spare bedding is persuaded back into the airing cupboard, a tangled solid mess that makes me feel like I've just hidden a body.
There's a suitcase in my front room, a gauzy cerise bow wrapped at the handle to make it easy to locate from a train's luggage stackpoints. Several times this morning I look up from typing and smile at it.
And then work time appears on the clock: the day has been swallowed up as crafty and swift as Dog took the crust.

'One crust? I'll just lie here, wasting away.'


  1. I love the caption, Lils. :)

  2. Dog has a good humour about her that inspires Great Silliness :-)

  3. Great silliness is a gift, whether it comes from two-legged or four-legged friends.

  4. What a good-looking dog. I love the part at the end about the day being swallowed up because it's so true.

  5. Thank you Loree- I will pass your compliment on to Dog. Finding my days being devoured far too rapidly this week: even think I have some kind of indigestion!!

  6. Jacqueline: we are lucky: we got both kinds here! xx


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