Nute has often spoken about the horrors of the Bluebottle Bomb on Facebook. And if anyone thinks she is exaggerating they need to pop round and try experiencing one! We started out kindly and ecologically trying to catch and free each bluebottle as it appeared, but it ended up with Col on a stepladder trying to vacuum hordes of them out of the lightwell.
The Bomb is courtesy of the invisible cats and their invisible kills - which fester away in obscure corners while being eaten by maggots and - well I find I don't want to discuss the process, useful though it undoubtedly is.
One of the Invisibles - cat, not prey - materialised on our bed every night and slept happily pressed up against our legs, staying calm through all our night excursions (trips to the loo, we are not the young things we once were).
The cat in question, Abra, also impelled me from my warm bed twice on a cold cold morning by sheer force of personality. To save her ladyship the trouble of using the catflap in the bedroom door and walking a few steps to the catflap in the kitchen door, I got out of bed and let her out of our door, and the hall door that used to divide dog from cat in the old days.
Thankfully I got back into my warm and comfy bed only to find Abra had rematerialised in exactly the same position as before, not speaking or looking at me, just emoting. So this time I opened both doors, followed her through to the kitchen and found what the problem was. All the food dishes were empty, wiped clean. The cats wanted their breakfast. Which I supplied.
The fox and the badgers turned up reliably for their food every night, the fox to hoover up the expensive cat food that the Invisibles had spurned during the day, and the badgers for their peanuts.
I am still wondering who, or what, emptied those cat dishes over night. It seems completely out of character for the cats - they spurn more food than they eat.
Storm Ashley was raging on Sunday, giving us wonderful seas, waves crashing outside the window as I attended the meeting in Zoom. It was quite distracting. I am still full of a cold, but Col's cough has abated a bit.
And in the world, wars continue, real bombs and rockets continue to rain down. The Middle East seems to be going up in flames, war and starvation rages on in the Sudan, and the conflict in the Ukraine, which is taking such a toll on the Ukrainian and Russian peoples, continues, seemingly with no end in sight.
I hope the beauty, complexity and immensity of the creation can reassure us about the rescue that is already well underway, even the beauty of the bluebottle - see Col's photo of one that heads this blog. It is like a jewel really.
Once all creation is restored to the harmony that prevailed in Eden, we will see them for the wonderful and useful creations that they are. And, as the Bible promises, all wars will cease. All the divisions and hatred that leads to wars will vanish under the loving reign of the Kingdom of God, which is now so close.
Already it is teaching millions of us - from "every tribe and nation and tongue" - to live in peace as the brothers and sisters we truly are.
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