What lies beneath…

We spent most of our free time this week digging an old tree stump out of our garden.  A slow, painful task, which has given rise to much swearing and cursing.  The more we dig, there more of it there seems to be.  It’s starting to feel as if we’re acting out a scene from The Enormous Turnip (anyone else remember that children’s story?).

Our cat is fascinated by the hole that we’ve created.  It isn’t quite big enough to bury a body (yet).  Well, not a whole one anyway.  Anyhow, she seems to have convinced herself that something is going to come up from down there and has been spending much of her free time guarding the opening.  To my relatively weak human eyes there isn’t much sign of life down there apart from the odd stray worm, but she’s captivated.  Her whole body is tensed for attack – shoulders taut, head unmoving – and her concentration is immense (at least, until I open a packet of ham).  Am I missing something fundamental?  Is she expecting hoards of demonic invaders erupting from the ground come dusk?…  Interlopers from the world beneath?…  Or maybe just more voles?   (Please, no more of those.)  Makes me wonder what goes on in that furry little head of hers.  Perhaps I’m beter off living in blissful ignorance until the day all hell breaks loose…

Painting…

Just finished painting our living room, while working out Hilary’s next steps in the sequel I’m working on.  Great displacement activity – I can think about writing, which sort of counts (doesn’t it?)…  Managed to avoid ending up with a tri-coloured cat – although I think black/white/mocha would be an interesting combo.