Carl thinks I am – to put it mildly – eccentric.  At dinner last week Cindy was saying that she had to hunt high and low for a doona for her daughter.  Doona is what Australians call a duvet.  Her daughter had particular taste in doona colours and patterns, and Cindy had found it was very difficult and ultimately very expensive, to find something suitable in king size.  I sympathised, remarking that I was pleased I was at last able to indulge my own taste in bed coverings, instead of putting up with the expensive frilly patchwork choices of my former partner.   At last I had the disruptive pattern duvet I had always wanted.  With matching pillows.  In fact I have had it for almost a year now.

Carl looked at me as if I was insane.    “Why would you want a camouflage pattern duvet?”

I looked at him as if he must be crazy.  “Really, I am surprised you don’t know the answer to that, Carl.  So that I can hide from the velociraptors.  Obviously.  Everyone knows the only way to avoid capture by velociraptors  is to hide under the bed-covers.  Think how much more effective that would be with camouflage pattern covers!”


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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