The Snail Shell Flamenco

MyMan pops around in the mornings before work when he stays out at the block. However, this morning his visit came early because the forecast for rain had him out spraying weeds before dawn at the local oval, where he is groundskeeper. Instead of cuddling up together or having a morning cuppa and chat, as the sun came up behind the rainclouds the pair of us were busy picking through the lettuce leaves for snails. I wonder what the neighbours thought seeing us out at the window boxes – him in his hi-vis vest, two jumpers and a beanie and me in my jammies and uggies, both searching through dewy seedlings for shell-backed marauders amidst cries of ‘ah hah’ and intermittent stamping. Maybe I can convince them it’s a new dance routine we’re working on.