Who but you knows how to count stars?

Hedgehog gets lost in the fog, a bit like Mottsu got lost in a fog of depression
Hedgehog falls into the river, Mottsu stepped into the river
They’re different and the same…

This is how it went for hedgehog;
I’m in the river. Let the water carry me along decided the hedgehog

(Oh dear Hedgehog – that’s a bit close to home for me )

He sighed deeply and began to float down with the current

(Hedgehog! Mottsu!)

“I’m totally soaked I’ll drown soon”

…and this is where it played out differently for hedgehog than Mottsu;
Suddenly someone touched his paw “Excuse me,” someone said quietly ” Who are you and how did you get here?”

“I’m a hedgehog I fell in the river”

“Then get on my back, I’ll carry you to shore”

“Thankyou”

“Don’t mention it” said that Someone

(Don’t mention it? I am so touched by the generosity of ‘don’t mention it’ that I am left with nothing to say)

This is such a wonderful little film about all sorts of things and particularly about someone who touches your paw just when you need them the most.
…and it is so easy, so natural that it is covered by ‘don’t mention it’
*sigh*

Thank you to my Estonian friend who shared this magical film on Facebook that’s where I discovered it. When we meet in person we talk about owls, pussycats, boats and sailing and next time we will include conversation about journeys through the fog – wishing her success in her exams and looking forward to tea and jam together xxx

Clunkers

Suz replaced the broken teapot with a sweet little earthenware teapot. It was kind of her to do, and she felt it was the right thing to do.

The new pot is small, Suz fretted that she had bought me a one person pot. A pot for one that one would serve to remind me of my aloneness.

Although it is a little pot it holds almost 3 cups worth, or 2 mugs, that makes it a pot to use with friends. I can’t help but look at it and be reminded of being alone, mostly due to Suz’s expressed concern that it should not do that.

Dear are the friends who tried to console and help did just that but not without the odd ‘clunker‘. I love Suz and the little pot, happy to be clunked with caring.