Once upon a time there lived a youngish man by the name of Cyril.
Cyril was quite shy so he spent much of his time alone in his room, fiddling about with his weblog. It was about spiders. And mushrooms. And quantum physics.
Outside Cyril’s bedroom window there lived a grand oldish tree, who often watched Cyril at his work. Sometimes they talked. About spiders. And mushrooms. And quantum physics.
It was a very successful relationship and they both lived as happily ever after as one could hope, notwithstanding the occasional mishap.
Image and text © Ashley Lily Scarlett 2011
I placed a lighted tea lite candle in a small but chunky glass holder on a wobbly liitle shelfy thing.
Sometime later I knocked said wobbly little shelfy thing and the small but chunky glass holder and the lighted tea lite candle flew into the right lens of my spectacles, splashing it with wax before a ricochet to the dolly below, dashing off both her feet with one blow.
I thought I’d take the feet for a walk in the garden before sticking them back on.