Last night Donna told anecdotes about how someone or other ‘decided they’d like to act one day, and next night they found themselves sitting next to a director at dinner’, and that proves that there’s an intelligent power looking over us and aiding us. I could as easily tell stories about people who decided they wanted to write, and the next night at dinner there wasn’t a single publisher present at the table, isn’t that amazing, there mustn’t be a god. People like Donna always make a point of listing a few coincidences in the world, and label people who point out that coincidences are just that, coincidences, as sceptics. They don’t get what a coincidence it would be if there were no coincidences in the world. They are the sceptics.
I think I’ll go out with Agnes in future.
My pantry is still filling up with ants whenever I’m not looking. I keep finding the latest place where they get in and spraying it, but they just find a new place to get in. I’m spending half my life emptying and refilling my pantry.