You know when you spot a single glove (khaki in this case) and you think ha i know where the other one of you khaki gloves is! And you marry them up and feel that warm glow of completeness....well woolly winter accessory completeness not the deeper yet less satisfying spiritual completeness that you can get all year round and is so last year. Just saying. And you stop presuming yourself to be a slattern and general disaster area. Then you find another single khaki glove which you place with the other two and you discover that you are asking yourself if you arent in the script of a Dr Who special where khaki gloves take over peoples homes and drive them crazy so thus rendering earth unable to resist alien invasion. These three gloves sit on the stairs jeering at me.....silently with their brushed up inferior wool fluffy bits gesturing at my slipper socks: can you keep track of your slipper socks? Can you keep them under control? Where are all your socks? Do you even know how many are lurking behind yr radiator plotting against you? I remain vigilant in my spying on the gloves....and then astoundingly I find another khaki glove in Franks toy box where no glove should be and i offer it to three snidey gloves. Here is your knitted comrade. Relinquish your quest of world domination and go in peace. And such is glove love the two 10 fingered couples go peacefully to begin over and have mittens of their own. The world is once again a beautiful place and my stairs are merely for getting up and down and a useful place to store eyeliner pencils.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 17:55:04 +0000
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