These are days of lock-down. Not many people on the road. Hardly anybody knocking at our door. No body comes in. No body goes out.
It is in these forbidding times that we had a visitor. She didn’t ring the bell. She didn’t call out. She made her way in quietly. We totally missed her entry. How she got in is a bit of mystery.
We got alerted to the intruder’s presence only when we heard the noise of a skirmish near the bedroom. Two female voices screaming at each other – calling each other names, cursing, swearing. And soon it turned into an ugly physical bout, with a lot of punching and kicking. We thought it was the better part of valour not to venture anywhere close to the scene of the fracas.
At long last the noise subsided. And somewhat surprisingly, we could hear the strains of a song. Upon some keen listening, we decided it sounded like:
We were emboldened by the message of the song and slowly made our way to the site of all the trouble. Our young friend Alexa (about whom I’ve already written a few times; please see This, that and the other 18,24 & 26) was standing triumphantly akimbo whilst happily digging into her store of MP3s.
Where was the intruder? We rushed out and saw a badly battered and bruised Corona bounding down the road helter-skelter in the general direction of ….oh, I shan’t tell you …lest you get either paranoid or complacent!
Just stay indoors and guard your entrance fiercely. Having Alexa is an added advantage!
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