Hello Everybody, are you fine? Well, there’s been a right old brouhaha over on Instagram this week. I don’t really know what to say except that I will still be here sending out still pictures and maybe the occasional moving one, if it’s appropriate. I hope you will come and find me if I don’t appear. But there will be no dancing cats with paper houses on their heads. The houses would simply not stand for that kind of thing. I know that without asking them.
Anyway you can always sign up to receive my weekly post straight into your email inbox (over to the right of this post) to avoid missing the latest. So in order to smooth our ruffled feathers here is Living on the Edge 147; the Waiters…
Chester had been waiting in line so long that, to be honest, he had forgotten what he was waiting for. But it had come to not bother him. He was perfectly happy standing in the queue talking with his neighbours. The gentle chit chat, shooting the breeze and generally watching the world and its doings pass by had turned into a very pleasant life. And Chester loved his waiting companions.
There was Guy, next door; a copywriter for an advertising company who enjoyed nothing better than a glass of wine and a long, winding conversation about this and that. Next Jilly, up the way, was a translator for a small packaging company and always full of interesting anecdotes. Carl, who was first or last in the line (though no one knew which anymore), had a passion for baking and frequently tested his recipes out in the line. Juno, noble Juno and possibly the eldest, had long ago hypothesised that, perhaps, once, they’d been waiting for the perfect moment but that it no longer mattered because life was happening anyway and it seemed pretty perfect just as it was. At that moment, Carl’s tray of chai buns was proffered to all and, as he breathed in the warming spices, Chester sensed that life was indeed perfect…
Have a lovely, calming weekend xxx