Sunday, 21 September 2014
I walked a long way today, through eight spiders’ webs
I’ve walked a long way today; through eight spiders’ webs. I’ve got dead flies webbed to my shirt and face.
There’s tree litter, there are bagged nappies and there are BMWs on the slippery Driveways of Distinction.
On the main road, a builder is loading a heavy-duty site radio back into his van. He slams the doors shut as I stride across his freshly laid concrete path leaving three deep footprints. I apologise and made a weak joke about the current vogue for pattern imprinted concrete. The builder says nothing, just turns around, opened the van doors, and unloads his radio and tools again. I disappear around a corner and wash my shoes in a puddle.
A small boy of about four or five years old runs out into the road. His dad comes after him, picks him up and drags him back to the pavement. “I’ve told you not to do that, It’s dangerous!” He yells. “I know,” says the boy. “So why did you do it then?” “Because it was a secret ninja job.”