A bistro is very similar to hairdressers. It seems that when you comb people's hair or pour coffee for them, you become the receiver of much information, gossip and other stories, whether you want this information or not. It seems to be the way of things.
My mother is the owner of a small, leafy-green bistro, which has become a regular spot with some people. The regulars. One of these is the local magistrate, a small, tight little man called Christie. I'm sure he's got some imposing Afrikaans surname, but in the mornings, sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and telling us tales, he is only Christie.
Christie imparted this little gem to us the other morning: “The weight of all the ants beneath the earth is more than that of all animals and humans on top of the earth.”
Gems like these keep me smiling.
And Thinking. What if the ants decide to invade? Do we stand a chance?
1 comment:
Ants... invade...
Don't think so!!
Doom!! - gets rid of all flying and crawling insects, or is that target?!
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