Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Sept 09 019

Someone who lives in this house has an irritating habit of sitting on the bench by the front door and throwing pebbles at the caterpillars that are eating the nasturtiums. There we are, sitting quietly reading in the sunshine and there is this constant flick, flick, flick, and pebbles dropping on the flower bed. It’s not as if he cares about the nasturtiums, so why does he do it? Is it a nervous flick? No. Apparently, it's fun. and no, he insists, he isn’t hurting the caterpillars, merely hindering them. There’s been nothing I could do to persuade him to stop. Flick, flick, flick.

Sept 09 021

This morning he awoke with a very painful elbow – so sore it required painkillers. We couldn’t think what had caused it. Then after our walk we sat down on the bench and he picked up a handful of pebbles. He threw the first one and said “Ow!” and realised he had a new kind of sports injury: pebble elbow.

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