Donna rang today on speakerphone while she was driving home from Uni. She’s panicking, as she hasn’t read any of the books she’s supposed to have studied, and she thinks she might fail her upcoming exams. Well, yes, Donna, you might fail if you haven’t done any work, no matter how saccharine your emails are. Donna has great ideas sitting on the launch pad in her head. The problem is they never reach escape velocity.
When I arrived home tonight, I found Agnes sprinkling talcum powder along the window sill next to the sink. I asked her what she was doing and she said discouraging the ants from getting in. I said why doesn’t she just spray them. She said she didn’t want to hurt them, but that they don’t like the feel of talcum powder on their little feet. OK.