In garden. Late at night. 2040 hrs. Walking (limping?) about in the cool, evening grass in the orchard when I spy… what can that white, stringed little item be? UGH a tampon clearly used but removed and discarded and flung on the grass like a horrible, static cotton-wool mouse.
Swept it up into a placcy bag with which I was taking cauliflower leaves and old cherries to deposit in the rabbit cage.
Continued my walk, river babbling by peacefully, horses grazing, duck with 7 ducklings in tow on river etc. but got me thinking. Who could be the guilty party?
Of all female (human) occupants of our homestead, not one is in need of a tampon. One, too old, the other too young and one who might be in need – announced last night to thrilled gasps from us all that she is pregnant with twins.
What a marvellous respite quite apart from anything else for our private, Klargeser sewerage sysem for the next 7 months .
The River Files 