Good morning Everybody. How have you been doing this week? I have been working on secret things, which I will tell you about as soon as I can, whilst trying not to overhear a summit meeting that was taking place on the table. But over hearing all the same. Well, if they will raise their voices… I’m going to share it with you. But if anyone asks, it didn’t come from me. Ok?
Living on the Edge 149; Blue Moon…
Keith’s patience was beginning to wear thin. He was trying to finalise next year’s calendar.
“Come on,” he said, his exasperation showing, “ it’s not difficult. Where will you be on the 28th of June? And, will you be full or on the wane?”
The Moon thumbed through her diary in a distracted manner.
“Well, it’s hard to say,” she mumbled. “Let me speak to the sea and I’ll get back to you. Also I’m not sure what time the sun will be getting up that day.” Keith wasn’t alone in his exasperation.
The sea was only half listening. He was sorting through his pebbles and murmuring to himself about sea glass and litter. He wasn’t interested in next year. Not yet. He had summer holidays to plan and an oil slick to worry about. He rolled, turned and said “I’m going out.”…
“Typical.” said Keith and called an immediate halt to the meeting. “You lot can sort it out between yourselves, I’m not bothered what you decide. Just let me know when you come to a decision.” and off he flounced.
The moon looked at the sun and the wet sand where the sea had been and sighed wishing that for just once she didn’t have to give prior notice to all and sundry about what she was up to. Every. Single. Day… xxx