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Work for it.

If someone wanted to paint a picture of my table he’d have trouble – should he draw holes in the apple on the shelf for worms to crawl out of, words on the empty carton of cranberry pomegranate juice (no sugar added) at the edge of the table, the dried up remnants of my midnight snacks in various textures and colours even – it’s a confusing place. A reflection of the painter’s confusion, or the owner’s, maybe.

Oh, and that furball who lays himself under my table occasionally.

It’s funny how there can be so many meanings to that word. Lay. 42 different definitions to that single word, excluding phrasal meanings. Confusion of the reader, or of the word itself?

I think the banana cake’s done.