My 'horror'-scope said I should do something creative today. Oh shreck! As if everything I had done up till reading those words had been un-creative. And to be fair, the cutting up of life is a little like un-doing something. Well, here is a collage that should set the mood: Her body is a soufflé. She's feeling just a tad bloated and could fall at any moment. Her arms are big fluffy purple fur for pushing people out of the way. She put on two different pairs of shoes before she left the house. Her legs are sweet, just some wrappers from chocolates. Her hat is a chandelier. So here you have it: some days are just like this: You wake up, find yourself bloated, two different shoes on and a chandelier on your head with sweet legs you don't know are going to hold you up. Oh! I almost forgot! You're walking up stairs ten times your size.
My dear readers, don't worry, the weather is awful, but the day is not so bad, I'm just pondering the un-creation of things, so I can un-do things and re-do them.
"It's a step backwards, " you say. No, actually, it's forwards but it's a little like the song with the king's soldiers, when you're up, you're up and when you're down, you're down and when you're only half-way up, you're neither up nor down. I leave you with that today and now I must excuse myself because I'm off to (un)create something else.
Yours, with two different shoes on,
Mrs Crocodile
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