At The End Of The Easter Bank Holiday
Apr. 6th, 2010 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloNormally we go a week and a day between visits to the supermarket (the idea being that one week in every seven we don't spend anything at all)- but this time- because of the Easter bank holiday- we've gone a week and three days- and we're out of bread and eggs and I've been rationing milk and potatoes. Last night I scratched together a meal of hot-cross buns, blue cheese and simnel cake.
I was on the phone to Odi last night, put down the receiver- and the front door bell rang. I reached the door in two or three strides and there was no-one on the step. I shuffled forward gingerly, in case whoever it was had hidden round the corner and was planning to leap out and attack me- and there was no-one in the yard, no-one on the street. I didn't look behind next door's hedge, or the front wall, but if it had been kids playing a prank I think they'd have given themselves away. Very odd. So- practical joke, mechanical malfunction or supernatural summons? You choose.
I was on the phone to Odi last night, put down the receiver- and the front door bell rang. I reached the door in two or three strides and there was no-one on the step. I shuffled forward gingerly, in case whoever it was had hidden round the corner and was planning to leap out and attack me- and there was no-one in the yard, no-one on the street. I didn't look behind next door's hedge, or the front wall, but if it had been kids playing a prank I think they'd have given themselves away. Very odd. So- practical joke, mechanical malfunction or supernatural summons? You choose.
