There are things you see that cannot be unseen, and when you are alone in the dark they play over in your head time and time again. Even when tucked up in bed I can still see what he did with the play-doh when she was away for the weekend at her mothers.
A few weeks later I had to endure a tea party with a friendly enough chap made out of blue and yellow, and no matter how hard I tried I could not look him in the eyes. In some ways it was pretty impressive and I had no idea something of that size would hold it’s shape without some sort of reinforcement.
It is not just what I see that fluffs my stuffing though, an inability to act is an equally frustrating thing indeed. Just yesterday the fellow from next door – the one with the paedophile hair-cut and revealingly tight jeans – popped over to see her when he was at work. Apparently he had an abundance of plums which he was concerned would go a little soft if left uneaten.
I think he has his eye on her if you ask me, though she didn’t seem interested despite his quite obviously ripe fruit.
Apparently she is going to make some jam.