maelwys

After a long day at work, and delays on the Picadilly Line as usual fuckers, I came home to a suprise. I walked into my living room and, lo!, there was a whacking great pumpkin on the table. Even though Cavelle eats a hell of a lot more fruit'n'veg than me, I've never known her to have a fondness for pumpkins. So, with slight confusion perhaps with a dash of due dread where this would end up, I turned to her and spake thusly:

"What the bloody hell is that?"

"A pumpkin" she replied, a bit unnecessarily.

"Yeah, but why have the bloody hell have you got one? I mean, it's not like it's Haloween or anything"

"Well, Haloween is tomorrow" came the response

There followed a well deserved silence

"It's bloody August........"

"Huh? No it isn't.....is it? Oh..... I wondered why the guy in the New Age shop gave me a funny look when I wished him a happy Samhain earlier on"

I'm still trying to work out how Cavelle lost two months on her mental calendar, especially since there is a rather sickly 2006 kitten calendar hanging in the hall that she insisted on hanging up. I can only figure that her internal body clock is attuned to the Pre-Julian Calendar. Or she was stoned. Or something. I was promptly banned from mentioning this little episode but promptly thought "hey, what the hell!"

Edit: Upon further reflection I still can't work why she thought it was October, she's a teacher for fucks sake and has yet to return to work after her nice long summer break.