“There’s a fruit fly by your glass” observed the Sage. “I know, bless it,” I replied. “I’ve never seen fruit flies in December before, poor little thing, I’m not going to deprive it of its last few days of life.”
“There’s a fruit fly by your glass” observed the Sage. “I know, bless it,” I replied. “I’ve never seen fruit flies in December before, poor little thing, I’m not going to deprive it of its last few days of life.”
We have the in BATHROOM for some reason. Bless.
Particularly fruitily scented soap? Funny, how they go from being a mild nuisance in August to stalwart little things in December. Mind you, I’m sentimental anyway – I’m keeping quiet about the mouse I think I hear scratching away in the wall behind my desk.