Tonight reading through old posts, glad/proud they reach back one whole fat decade, nearly two. Who was she who wrote and twiddled words and thoughts and photographs? Some of that was POETRY, of a kind. Where has she gone, where has she been and what has she been doing? Reading now, glimmers of memory emerge, Mugo then seemed to know, lots. And AI had not been born so content was all ‘Tofu and potatoes’ not click-click clever stuff.

The other day she ‘witnessed’ a skit performed before a small audience. An old woman escapes from a care home, through the open back door. ‘And the same to you with knobs on’ she bellows over her shoulder. Now, bent over, C shaped, she ever-so-slowly pushes her walking frame (a chair) noisily across a tiled floor all the time muttering. Encouraged to speak up, she does. She shouts, IF THERE IS ONE THING I CANT STAND is AGEISM!! Continuing, taking advantage of the opportunity to be finally heard, and SEXISM and TREE HUGGERS and HAEMOPHILIACS!! A pause: HOMOPHOBICS and GSBP’s. Clearly now confused.

Coming to her senses she slowly straightens to full height. Throwing off the sagging coat and multiple scarves, speaking up with passion. ‘You see, we (old people) are not what we appear to be’. Loudly now, ‘AND WHATS MORE I CANT STAND IT WHEN PEOPLE MAKE JOKES AT OTHER PEOPLES EXPENSE! And STEREOTYPING’. Then to the audience, ‘What can’t YOU stand? OLD PEOPLE! came the response from the gloom. Laughter.

And the take home from this madness?
Retaining a sense of humour is the saving grace of the religious life. Teaching comes in many forms and frequently doesn’t appear to be teaching!

Fooled by appearances? Please not.