You ask ‘where is the super glue?’ with annoyance in the air. I note your fussing, and frustration, your tightening underwear. It’s my day off, I’ve made breakfast, I’m resting in a chair. ‘Where, where, WHERE?!’ Your voice sets off my hairs. I suggest, ‘the craft room and say, I do not know’, then you angrily point and stare. ‘Now, why would it be there?!’

I laugh. A nervous response, but also self-aware. This dress-up-day of Book Week is terribly unfair. I want to help, suggest and look, but now I wouldn’t dare. You huff and puff about the place – the glue just isn’t there. Did I use it? And not replace it? That wouldn’t be very fair. I mean… You could just go to Woolies, there’s one which is quite near. But time is of the essence, with patience is wearing thin. I’ll take my helpful suggestions and put them in the bin.

And while I’m at it, I’ll take the higher road. And look about for glue. If memory serves, they’d all dried up when I tried to fix my shoe. “We need a system! A shopping list – a means to automatically replace, these things that we may need”. It’s moment like this, that steal our bliss and fill our souls with greed. I laugh in defeat, I laugh for fear, I smile from ear to ear. The missing glue is big and small in the scheme of me and you.

I resolve to try harder, to do better – and avoid the pain. Shopping lists and buying shit my a capitalist refrain. We shall make a problem, and rant about it – until we go insane.

My precious love, my darling girl. I’m sorry I didn’t help. I made things worse, if anything. No super glue did I bring. Your Artemis lost her wings, and bows were strung without a string. And lo’ my mood today, was ‘in the scheme of things’. I must apologies, for all, I didn’t bring.

So anyway, despite you looking great, and paddling against flow. Things went a little pear shaped. I know, you know, I know.