There was a moth swimming in the toilet bowl one morning. Thinking it was dead, I flushed the loo.
When I checked, amazingly, it was still alive, so I took pity and scooped it out. It sat on the window sill, sopping wet. I gave it a gentle blow dry with my breath.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t gentle enough because I blew it off the window sill; it landed on the pavement and a passing man trod on it.
Cruel fate, but very funny.
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I promised to schedule posts for you. I never said they’d be interesting.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)