Sunday, 8 August 2004

After Kierkegaard

Wake up entangled in the mosquito net yet again. This time it’s not the mouse who has chewed through it, but there was a bat in the room last night, so who knows. The mouse has been squashed in a trap and is taken away to be ceremoniously burnt. Hurrah!

The Husband decides that the mosquito net needs a frame and so sets about building one from the branches of a tree. He is helped by Loveness, a small boy who seems to have chosen our house as the place to be from dawn till dusk every Sunday. He appears to have no friends and his father is an alcoholic, so he probably hasn’t got a great home life. But all day, every Sunday? I need my day off too.