Marjorie has been captured by Plutonians.
They came from under the compost heap.
They came up through an inspection cover in the garden.
They came out from behind the Castor Oil plant (which turns out to be a Fatsia Japonica after all).
(I bought it from the W.I. as a very small plant.
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You’d think they'd know better!)
They burst through the kitchen door (the Plutonians, not the W.I) and smashed through a window in the living room. (The sage got a bit trampled.)
I shouted at them.
They smiled grimly.
I shouted at Ming to ‘do something’!
He shouted back at me. “What?”
I didn’t know.
So they dragged her, kicking and screaming, into a van. Then they drove off.
(Marjorie was doing the kicking and screaming. The Plutonians were silent; professional.)
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The boys are pleased she’s gone. It means they can go back to the room Ming slept in when he first arrived. (They’ve been downstairs on camp beds again while Marjorie’s been with us.)
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I can’t understand it.
I keep asking Ming how people from such a beautiful place could behave so badly.
Ming looks stern and says the politics of a planet cannot be determined by its scenery.
(Then he goes into a detailed polemic about ‘Free Will’. (He does it every time.) So I day-dream about how happy I was in the Botanic Gardens (on Pluto). (Which is how I distract myself when I’m bored.) (It was so beautiful there; peaceful.))
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I’m listening to Fascinating Aidasinging‘Batman Always Wears Tights’ on the record player.
The Lilly of the Valley has one flower; the nettles have lots.
It’s raining.
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