A rat-a-tat at the door. Chris from the next village was just cycling by. He comes in for a cup of Earl Grey. I tell him about the Daily Haiku remedy for my ailing memory.
'A high salt diet leads to early dementia,' he says, 'so that explains it.'
'Hang on,' I say, writing that down. 'You talk in haiku!'
'A high salt di-et
leads to ear-ly de-men-tia -
so that ex-plains it'
He roars with laughter. 'Maybe we all speak in haiku,' he suggests. 'Maybe it's a natural rhythm?'
I am aware of the X Factor blaring to life in the background.
'Lily! Did I say you could watch the X Factor? No I did not!'
I turn to Chris. 'There, you see, it's not my natural rhythm. Mine is four syllables. "No I did not!"'
'Ah,' he laughs, 'that's because you're a mother.'