All is revealed

All is Revealed ©

By Michael Casey

I only just noticed that the truck parked outside has gone, I didn’t spot it straight away as I was both deep in thought and pain a few hours ago. Now that that the pain has gone along with the feminine hygiene truck, our neighbour empties those bins in the ladies’ toilets, I can see daylight. I’m happy now and I can hear the washing machine behind me spin around quietly, we bought a big Indesit and it is ever so quiet, and the two bells on Totoro’s collar are ringing as she has her dinner.

As all was revealed, or rather the street in front of me It gave me an idea of what to talk about, yes my writing really is as tangential as that. I’ve spotted Pakistan reading my stuff on my website so hello to them and India too. Poland still is in love with my writing not unless its Donald Tusk and his minions trying to cheer themselves up today, Brexit Day.

With Brexit all is finally revealed, it basically was a  method of uniting the Tory party by allowing a vote, only Cameron got the shock of his life, and as he quoted Enoch Powell, All Political Lives End in Failure. Now we have a great big adventure. I’ll leave that there for you all to argue about amongst yourselves.

Ages ago I wrote a piece called Wrapping Paper so I don’t want to repeat myself too much, though you may say I do that all the time if you are cruel. Perhaps some things read better in another language, as the French may boast, so that could explain why Poland loves my stuff. Today though I want to think about and talk about Revealing, and what a difference timing makes to Revealing.

Girls wear less and less, certainly on reality tv shows, and sometimes the largest thing they wear is their sun tan. Everybody sleeps in the nude too, well I do anyway, ok stop be sick in a bucket, take that idea out of your head, then I’ll carry on.  Though Julie Dangly whom I used to work with 25 years ago would say you have to wear a negligee then you have something to take off to get your boyfriend or husband even more excited, but I digress.

When you negotiate, with your kids, which you have as a result of wearing a negligee, so you should wear a diving suit to bed, or massive PJs if you want to avoid kids, when you negotiate, you start high and end low. You say they have to do 7 chores knowing they won’t, but they may do 6 or 5 or 4 or 3 or 2 or 1. 

And sometimes 1 is a major victory. Politics or Brexit is about aiming for the Sun when getting the Moon is what you really wanted as your least worst option, just watch out for the cow jumping over the moon, and as for the cat and the fiddle they are a metaphor for those nasty neighbours who shall remain nameless.

Now where was I, I just had to put the washing out, it bleeped so I had to hang out our stuff. I could lose my thread but instead it takes this piece into another direction. Washing, why are we embarrassed by our smalls, it’s a fine day so the washing goes out but we don’t want the neighbours to see the state of our pants, our knickers, our panties or our long johns.

Obviously I have to padlock my pants to the washing line or they might be stolen, and if you believe that then you believe in fairies, and if you have seen Peter Pan, I do, I do, I do believe in fairies I do I do. If you didn’t join in the chorus just then you are and old fart who wears old women’s drawers. Is that enough emotional blackmail?

I could go on but my daughter has just got home so these words will have to be enough. I have though revealed something else, talking to her is more important than talking to you. So today promise yourself that you’ll talk to your kids more, and not just when you shout at them to hang the washing out on the bushes or the tv aerials. Because the way your kids are when they are with you reveals all about, YOU and them, Love shines but fears wilts their spirits. Reveal what kind of mum or dad you really want to be, then blame it all on me.