The Pond 2

I made no effort to put my jeans back on; it was very warm and I didn’t need them in the nursery. I even went down to tea in just my cotton blouse and nappy. I couldn’t care; my mind was on other things. Gran had made a fabulous tea for us, but I wasn’t hungry; I just sat and fidgeted. Grandpa was back home now, having just retired, and tried to cheer me up, but I wasn’t interested. I wandered out into the garden, barefoot on the cool grass, and watched the squirrels run away from me up the tree. They seemed all right; I envied them. I heard Sis’s voice coming out of the nursery window, and realised that it was her bedtime already. I wandered down the lawn and sat by the pond, and flicked bits of grass into it. I dabbled my feet in the water, and suddenly wanted the lavatory urgently. Oh Bother! I just sat there and wet myself thoroughly. It seemed like the only thing to do in the circumstances. And damn Gran.