Four Things

8 Sep
An used toilet paper roll

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Have you noticed the date?  8/9/10 

That’s all I have to say about that.

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Sad news for us: we lost our littlest fish: she who must not be named because I named her after a friend and I don’t want to say ‘X is dead.’  She was just a weak fish, we think; though she had a hearty appetite.  I gave her a worthy burial with the crisp packets and apple peelings.

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I was going to write that today marks the seventieth anniversary of the start of the Blitz but I got it confused with the fortieth anniversary of the founding of Saatchi & Saatchi; don’t ask me how.  The Blitz anniversary was actually Tuesday 7th September.  1000 German planes flew across the North Sea to see us off. And failed miserably.

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I’m still enjoying Vivinfrance’s war memoirs; they are fascinating.  She told a story about her Dad and some black market sugar, and it reminded me of my Dad and the toilet paper.  When we emigrated to South Africa in 1982, we had no money (one of the reasons for emigrating in the first place).  Dad was working for Sasol, a huge corporation that turned coal into petrol.  To help our grocery budget, my father the usually honest would come off shift with a toilet roll taken from the men’s loos.  One day, he heard from a colleague that the company was cracking down on staff pilfering – stationery, equipment, and so on – and he went home in a panic and he and Mum spent an entire night ripping up a hundred half-used toilet rolls and flushing them down the toilet.  What really made me laugh was that it was unmarked paper and the company couldn’t have come in to the house asking to see it.  The price of a guilty conscience, I guess: a huge water bill.

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3 Responses to “Four Things”

  1. vivinfrance September 8, 2010 at 10:36 #

    Thanks for the link, Tilly. Condolences on the death of my namesake. Some of your description does apply to me!

    And yes, I had noticed the date – I’ve been filing paper copies of today’s poems and old poems newly edited, and writing the date on the bottom.

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  2. slpmartin September 8, 2010 at 19:25 #

    Oh my…that was such a funny story…I keep having tears in my eyes this morning…some of sadness due to what I’ve read (http://musingbymoonlight.com/) or tears of joy brought on by such wonderful post as yours…I must head outside and work preparing the flower garden for fall planting and stop all this tearing for a while. Cheers!

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    • tillybud September 9, 2010 at 07:37 #

      The occasional cry is good for the body. I see why you cried at that poem. Enjoy the gardening.

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