strange sightings

These shouldn’t be here yet. I planted cyclamen corms a good many years ago and they push through the Autumn leaves without fail. But I don’t recall them ever appearing in August.

They are meant to cheer up a dank and colourless part of the garden at a time of year when all else is dormant. But the border is not really dank nor colourless at the moment. Although it looks a little sorry for itself in this morning’s rain. What can it mean?

Another strange sighting; as Ma-in-law is coming tomorrow I do a supermarket shop this morning while Anniemay is at the gym. I’m a recent convert to Aldi and I haven’t yet got my head round the incongruities of their offerings.

Today, next to the fruit and veggies was a set of three 1metre long masonry drill bits for £9.99. I have never seen drill bits of any persuasion in my usual supermarket, let alone three of them. And a metre long; who needs a masonry drill bit a metre long? Someone working on a nuclear bunker?

This preyed on my mind all the way home. Even Anniemay when she bounced in all sweat and endorphins thought it strange. And she doesn’t usually take an interest in drill bits.

Shakespeare may have said ‘beware the Ides of March’. I say ‘beware the corms of August’. We’re doomed.