Nothing good ever comes out of it, I have been told. And that's right.
Snippets of the things I heard during the electricity cut-out in the office today:
"I never buy from those people..they are all crooks"
"Yes, and look at the way they have infiltrated everything- welders, mechanics, fruit sellers. Can't escape them."
"My blood boils just looking at them"
And then the conversation moved on, and I was glad. But only for a short while.
"You should try dropping phenyl on spiders..they stagger around for nearly a minute before they die."
"Really? Does it work on other animals as well?"
M leaves in a couple of months to learn how to create a more just world.
C has the strange feeling she's going to be a little conversation-starved.
An Easter Resurrection
5 days ago