Dear Ella
I'm on the naughty bench again.
Aunt Dora called me in to see her. Apparently the rumour has been circulating that I have sunk to the level of village drunkard.
I have been seen cavorting along the road waving a bottle of wine above my head. Because I was on the banks of a the deep ditch, Aunt Dora was worried I might topple in and wanted to understand the extent of my alcohol problem before deciding whether to have me sectioned or just sent to a rehabilitation centre.
Before I could explain, I had a lecture on reputation, the pride of the family and Aunt Dora's ability to go out in public.
I admit I did have an empty bottle of wine and I was jumping near our ditch but I was trying to knock down a large dead branch which was stuck in the tree some 3 inches beyond my normal reach. I was doing this at the beginning of one of my jogs en route to the bottle bank. By whacking the log with the wine bottle, I was able to reach and dislodge it.
Aunt Dora heard me out, but clearly didn't believe me. She conveniently forgot that her own recent antics – the climate change sit-in, cannabis growing in the garden shed, the Euro-diva debacle, dog-poo wars and vandalizing parked cars - mean this family has no reputation to salvage.
Still, it sparked an interesting thought about seeing the bigger picture. If the neighbour, who stopped to speak to me, had looked a little higher they might have spotted the stuck branch and seen something other than a crazy woman dancing an alcohol-fueled hop.
There's a lesson for all of us in that!!
Lots of love
Fiona
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