Friday, 30 March 2012

kitchen 5 am

I walked into the kitchen at 5am. There was a dead mouse beside the kettle. Suddenly there was a power cut. Is someone re-enacting Julius Caesar in my vicinity? Am I meant to say 'Ah dread mouse portent of something or other. Caligula away, Portia return the ambivalent dead mouse to the putrid place whence it outgrew. Give me now a gladius. I'll fall upon it!'