Magic Cloth and a Rubberband

 

Sam left at 8am.

I had a smoke as soon as he left. Outside on the back veranda on the wicker chairs.

I got a text telling me not to, just as I was lighting it.

Seriously, I think. Oh, it makes me laugh. Ha ha. It encourages me to be, er, naughty. I am up for the challenge, I think. 

Mmmm, what to do? 

I go to the kitchen. I get a micro fibre cloth from the cupboard and a rubber band from the pile of rubber bands that come with the mail. I chuckle to myself. 

I put a magic cloth over the camera with a rubber band to secure it. It gives me a slight thrill, I have to say. I wouldn’t be surprised if I clapped my hands, although I don’t remember now if I did. 

Sam is not pleased with these latest turn of events. Many messages are sent. It just makes me laugh. 

Midday. Sam comes home and takes the cover off the camera,  complete with looks.

“Well, I say. “I was being bothered by some uninvited voice in my morning. 

Of course, Sam is just concerned that I have damaged the camera some how. 

“With a micro fibre cloth?”

“You know how clumsy you are.”

“No, actually I don’t know how clumsy I am.”

Sam tilts his head and gives a look as if to say doesn’t-even-know-how-clumsy-he-is. 

We eat leftover stir fry veg.

Sam has done all of the research on the new washing machine. A plan has been put in place. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the white goods shops in person, just in case there is some good deal to be had in store, dials to twirl.

Sam goes back to the office.

I put the cloth back over the camera, securing it with a rubber band and have another smoke. It makes me chuckle.

Well? Sam just left it on the kitchen bench, with the rubber band back in the rubber band jar, all I had to do was put it back.

Many messages about the said cover were then dispatched. Like scatter fire from the bridge of the Enterprise.

I sit back on the wicker chairs and enjoy the serenity of the day. The oasis of my back garden is comforting and protective from the world beyond it, all at the same time.

Oh yes, I shouldn’t be smoking, Sam is right, we all know that.

The new washing machine gets delivered tomorrow.