Baddies

Tomorrow afternoon is another session with Alex and Octavia. I am looking forward to eavesdropping. Last week we walked all the way from Ormeau Park to our house, through the shortcut of the Grammar School, and they chattered away. We travelled a good pace for about 7/8 of the journey but as soon as we got to Knock Eden Park they lost momentum. Stopping to pick leaves from the privet hedges, smash windfall crab apples, comment on neighbourhood cats. It was less entertaining than usual because I really needed to get to a powder room.

They were about 2 driveways behind me messing with a hedge and looking at "fancy cars" when a car drove up and wanted to get into the driveway. While I was trying to chivvy them along they stood there staring at the guy driving, clearly in no rush to make his life easy. Once they moved on he revved it into the drive.

"Monkeys, it is a good idea when a car is coming at you to get out of a driveway," says I. "Yeah, Alex, so you don't get deaded," commented Octavia.

"I didn't, Octavia," he pointed out. "I didn't get dead."

Well, they didn't get dead but when they got home several of the 'baddies' who were involved in their brick-built farm did. They got dead with swords and even by pinching. Human nature rears its ugly head. I hope tomorrow is a more peaceful, kinder sort of a day with O and A.