Charmaine glared up at me, her eyes glowing from a small dark hole in the floor, which we referred to as the cellar, but was actually just a small dark hole in the floor capable of concealing two bodies, or Charmaine.
‘Why have you stopped writing The Sunday Ketchup?’ She hissed.
I shrugged. It was a fair question.
‘Am bored with it; nothing has happened; and I don’t like the word ‘Ketchup’,’ I replied, ‘it’s so Daily Mail.’
Charmaine heaved her way up through the floor and stood in front of my desk dusting herself down.
‘That’s ridiculous, Aunt Scarlet! Just post some pictures! Any pictures!’
And then she stomped off, leaving a trail of splinters in her wake and forgetting to lay the rug back over the hole.
It was true, I did have pictures, but I had no words. The best I could find from my very secret journal was: I think Estee Lauder discontinued Double Wear Light foundation because a little went a long way, hence it wasn’t generating enough repeat buys often enough – that’s my theory. Bastards.
I had written few emails, and the best line I could find was: My walks are fairly long for someone with short legs.
By comparison my calligraphy practice had taken an inventive turn:-
I had also thought ahead regarding The Great Gardening Blogging Event 2022, and had taken a photograph of some Snowdrops:-
AND, I had been sorting through my mother’s old knitting patterns in view of using them for future collages, and I’d found this:-
Maybe Charmaine was right, I did have enough content to make a post. All I had to do now was to spin it together and make some sense of it all….without using the word ‘ketchup’.
Next week: Will Aunt Scarlet write something more interesting? Will her calligraphy become legible? Will she trip on a misplaced rug and fall down a hole? Or will she see sense, stop trying to write sentences, and simply slap up pictures from knitting patterns instead? All will be revealed in the next enthralling post on Wonky Words! Bet you can’t wait.