Longer Days …

A late sun is coming up. Days are getting longer these days, they say. Winter turns this side and part of the planet closer to the sun or something like that, they say. They ought to have said that to the sun itself. It is pale and it takes ages to climb the horizon.

My dearest old friend Kylie came over to borrow some milk for her son's breakfast.

'It's not a good time for him', she says, 'this time from Christmas til New Year's Eve. He came home from college and is drifting from one party to another since Boxing Day. I hardly see him these days. It's a small wonder that he is having breakfast this morning. Usually he is not up before noon.'

The llama enters the kitchen. Without a welcome it addresses Kylie by asking, 'You have a son?'

'Yes', Kylie says, 'and I think you know that, animal.'

'And he is getting up late?'

Kylie and I are exchanging questioning looks.

'So, a late son is coming up?' the llama continues.

'Hey', Kylie says uncomfortably touched, 'he is not dead, if that was what you wanted to say in your creepy way. He is alive and kicking and just needs some milk for his corn flakes.'

'What's his name?' the animal asks ignoring its' misuse of the word 'late'.

'Nigel', Kylie says, 'and I think you know that, too, animal.'

'NIGEL???'

And off the llama goes.

Kylie and I are bursting out laughing and than singing,

" We're only making plans for Nigel

We only want what's best for him

We're only making plans for Nigel

Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy

He must be happy

He must be happy

He must be happy in his work "

And the fortune cookie says,

You will know more soon.

Today is Monday, the 30th of December 2019.