“Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.”
Hi, I'm Emma, and I'm late with my blog, again. Pleased to meet you. Well most, if not all of you, already know me, so this should come as no surprise to you, so apologies again. Also if I have promised to email or call you, I probably won't do that in a timely fashion either. But if you are a future employer, I am very punctual with my work. Right. I was just having a little clean of my room, which means that in fact I had a sandal in one hand and was trying to kill the monster ants that have nested in my wardrobe. While I was killing these ants I was struck with the thought that, well firstly, this feels a little like a massacre, with little ant bodies lying all over my floor, do you think that ants can recognize death of a species member, and then I wondered if they did, would they have a sense of self protection and panic, and I felt quite bad. And then I didn't. It's me or them, I am not sharing my room. So that was the end of that. In any case the reason that...