I had a pet woodlouse for a short while.  Well he wasn’t really a pet.  And, in fact, was he a he?  How does one identify the sex of a woodlouse?  Anyhow, I kept seeing this woodlouse mooching around my living room.  He seemed happy enough sure.  Then one day I saw him having a rest.  The next day he was still resting… on further investigation it was clear the poor blighter was dead.  The question this brings to my mind, however, is why did he die?  I mean, he was walking along nicely, nearly at the patio door… and then, what, did he think “oh I’ll just have a wee rest here…” and then that was it?  He just never woke up?  It wasn’t like he was in the standard on-back-legs-pointed-up dead pose as adopted by so many creatures.  Ah well.  RIP Woodlouse.  

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I never really thought that people helped old ladies across the road in the real world.  But they do.  I can now wear the badge “I helped an old lady across the road”.  Well there were three of us there really so I can’t take all the credit.  It it was nice to be asked to help someone.  The thing is, though, that after something like that you’re supposed to feel great and say “that was my good deed for the day”.  But I actually feel really really guilty.  After we crossed the road we left her to it.  Obviously I didn’t just unhook her arm and do a dash for it, I asked if she was alright first etc.  But she was only going up the road - really we should have seen her to her door. I feel terribly guilty.  To be fair we did turn round further along the road to look to make sure she’d turned the corner into her road and that she wasn’t in a heap on the floor in the ‘old-lady-broken-hip’ pose that so many OAPs adopt past a certain age.  But, really, we should have walked her home.

Note to self: see old lady home if happens again.

p.s. have written entry in blue to salute all those of the blue-rinse brigade (old lady crossing the road had had her hair done)