I had just finished my breakfast and was now trying to write.
While I’d been eating a flash of inspiration came to me and I needed to write it down quickly before it abandoned me. The only trouble was, THE FLY.
It had been zipping around me for the past fifteen minutes and was now beginning to really piss me off. Quietly whizzing around my head, it had been in my ear, my hair, got me in the eye twice and was constantly landing on the back of my hands.
As quickly as I tried to write the little bugger kept distracting me, both physically and mentally. My arms were waving around like an octopus in overdrive. As much as I swiped and swatted, the only thing I achieved was two bruised fingers, very messy hair and a broken plate.
It even had the gall to land on my laptop and walk exactly over the words I was typing, knowing full well that I wouldn’t risk swatting the screen.
I was about to give up on the project and the fly when, as it flew right in front of me, purely by chance one quick CLOP resulted in one dead fly.
Yes! Gocha, you little bastard.
Fly 0 : Ann 1
Now at last I could get on with my work. I picked up my tea for a celebratory slurp.
Thankfully I noticed it just in time, its shiny black body winking up at me from the brown liquid.
OK then, we’ll call it a draw!