Yesterday I was seeking some quiet perfection at the Tennis Club. Quiet perfection was not available. The club was overrun by feral children and  some minor but sensible rules were being broken. But as I left, this beautiful Calla Arum Lily caught my eye.

On top of the feral children and minor rule breaking there had also been some mansplaining, which can irritate the tits off most women.

So not only was I not particularly relaxed but I was mentally very flat chested.

The day was not lost though, I discovered a new- to-me word.

In fact, as luck would have it, the father of some of the feral children had adopted a braggadocious tone when I remonstrated with one of the children who was climbing on the roof of the clubhouse.

” Oh don’t worry about that” he said braggadociously.

“They do far more dangerous things elsewhere”

Perfection is not always what you seek but what is delivered to you.

I suspect my face may have not hidden all of my thoughts on his comment.

Moments later he offered me a cold slice of his left over Pizza.

I did not accept.