Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Done but not dusted

This week's story is ready to be handed in - well as ready as it's going to get. I know there are problem areas but I don't have any more time. It can go flap its wings on the edge of the nest for a while and after the other birds have made it realise it's not really feathered enough to leave home it can hunker back down again. I'll bring it tasty snacks while it grows and next time it will be able to hold its own and fly.

I realised the other day when someone brought in a newspaper that we are leading a very insulated life here. We have a television set in the living room which has not been turned once since we arrived. For all we know the rest of humanity could have been overrun by aliens or have opted get along with each in the interests of world peace. I guess the convenors or our families who contact us occasionally would let us know but it's an interesting thought.

Now I'm off to check my washing and have some breakfast.

2 comments:

Satima Flavell said...

Nice analogy about the baby bird, Helen. I hope you come away from the crit sesh fired up with ideas.

You're not missing much in the outside world. The usual. Yanno, fires, floods, crime, the odd bit of terrorism... You're better off writing.

Imagine me said...

Thank you, Satima.