Bon Journal

Goldilocks and the three bears

"Who's been cooking in MY kitchen?" I asked myself as I looked around the untidy kitchen. Somebody has obviously cooked a big English breakfast and not bothered to clean up.

I walked upstairs and opened the door to the bathroom. It was completely steamed up, and a wet towel was hanging from the bathtub.

"Who's been using my bathroom?"

Wait! Something else was different too.

Downstairs, my piano stool looked smaller than before. Somebody had trimmed the legs.

I know who it was. Be patient. Calm down. Don't worry. Don't think about it.

All day I tried to exercise mind control, the kind that repetitive meditation was supposed to bring about.

Visualise the kitchen without the mess. Visualise the bathroom dry and clean. Visualise the piano stool as before.

I waited and waited.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I called the mobile number - where are you? are you coming back? I am not happy about this. No, in fact, I am LIVID!!!

There! I said it. I felt better.

But I have lost. I was not able to control myself. The three bears left in a hurry. It was obvious. If only Goldilocks was as patient and forgiving as Mother Theresa!

23 November 2003 Sunday