For a while now I’ve had suspicions that some of the wee folk were visiting my house to provide their special type of (generally misguided) help.
I’m not sure how I ended up with them, but research suggests I may have unintentionally uttered the secret words that allowed them to slip through to our world from their magical kingdom. I’ve spent many a sleepless night searching through my memory banks and think I’ve finally managed to pin it down to an exasperated moment when I cried
Be wary of uttering the above as you too might end up with these helpful little beings. Mine like to help me save electricity by regularly turning off the chest freezer. Bless them! They also have an extreme aversion to dirt on the bathroom floor and regularly tip bathwater all over it to give it a good clean. Strangely enough, this dirty floor aversion doesn’t extend to the kitchen where they like to drop all sorts of sticky goodness on the floor. I suspect they’ve got some kind of deal going with the local ant mafia.
My wee folk like to leave little notes around the house for me. Unfortunately they don’t seem to understand the concept of paper, and I haven’t been able to decipher their writing yet. I’d like to think that their scrawlings on the walls, doors and small children are motivational messages to me to help me keep going when I find motherhood particularly tough.
The wee folk are a secretive lot and are only rarely glimpsed by humans. I wanted to be one of those humans, so I headed off to my nearest spy store to gather secretive spy stuff so I could indulge in a bit of secretive spying. I can’t give you any more details because it’s all secret and stuff.
You can imagine my surprise when I got photographic evidence.
There they were, two little fairies in broad daylight where anyone could have spotted them!
Eating food from my kitchen.
They vanished as soon as they realised they’d been spotted and my secret spy stuff mysteriously disappeared soon after. Occassionally I have caught a glimpse of the female fairy, but never again have I seen the male. But just in case I’ll keep the photo so that I can produce it again in, say, 17 years, 4 months, 1 week and 2 days when I have a feeling it will provide much mirth to all but one.