wytchcroft

ok, so far so fluked;
looks like i got another regular storytelling thing lined up -
(something i have been missing for a while now)
- the crazy fools, don't they know i just make 'em up???!
which is a YAY! in this wytch's book, see? "YAY!" go me!

flash cut to sometime ago,
an annoyed child crouched on the pavement groaning at maths homework.
enter the wytch...
wait, what? da wytch? and making with the numbers?!?! dear merciful mahatma that can't be good!
what about the allergy, man!?!?!

whilst it is true that i do indeed have a hefty numerical aversion - and that calculus gives me mumps - nonetheless my inner clark kent could not help but rush to offer mumbled assistance (well... i say clark kent but i do vaguely remember doing very bad david tennant impressions. still, either way...) and it can be cheerfully (if gob-smackingly) reported, that, yesterday, confirmation was received from said previously irritated child that the homework got graded and a good one at that.
lemme hear you say "Phew!"

thirds; PUPPETS!
Puppets are love and it's a big love and this was a full length shadow puppet show that i got to watch -
and which by wacky coincidence was of a faery tale much loved by Jung (see previous).
good fun it was too, and nicely done.

on the other hand; sleep fail (oh the surprise just isn't) and though widely awake i still missed* the much touted 'meteor'.
touted by the bbc at any rate.
*no triffids for this wytch! and i'm blind enough already, ta.

and here the report concludes.

Next Up - the strange new craze for Extreme Lolling as Loitering bids for Olympic status.
or...
well...
um...

*sneaks off among the dots before the T gets crossed*