I was helping
(I say helping
but it was a punishment,
community service, still,
it was a help to the person
receiving the benefit of
my punishment – and I quickly
warmed to it. It felt good to
We would pick up old
couches and chairs and tables
and give them to people that
needed them; that had nothing.
We visited an old lady and
gave her a table. She was grateful.
And she bought out a plate of
biscuits to offer us a snack; those
fairly plain biscuits that have a ring of
sugar around them but no actual
icing or chocolate.
I said thanks – but also no thanks. And
left the one for me on the plate. She
smiled and moved on to the next person.
The rest of the biscuits were gratefully
snapped up – just the one lone leftover
there on the plate. And she mumbled as she
turned her back to us then went over and
crouched down to place it in the corner of the
room – on the carpet.
We all looked down to then-notice
she had biscuits all the way around the
room, spaced apart by about two inches.
There must have been 30-40 biscuits around
There was a bit of sniggering and I asked her
why she had the biscuits there on the floor, on the
She told me it was to stop the mice
from coming into
the middle of the room.
In the truck, the guy driving and running
the show, told us that she was a ‘sweet
old biddy and a little bit mad’. Next sentence, he
said, “but I didn’t realise she was that fucking
mad…leaving biscuits on the floor for the mice,
stupid old cow!”
I told him I’d watched her scoop a few of
them up and on to a plate
to offer to us when we
dropped off the table…