Six months ago, I noticed one of my
Isle of Lewes chess pieces was missing—a black castle. I don’t play chess very
often now but it was part of a home made
set cast from resin, so it niggled—not enough to search the house from top to
bottom for but the occasional desultory search. I reckoned, without legs, it
couldn’t have gone far so must still be somewhere in the study. My dusting is
fairly desultory, too, so I was quietly confident that with some dusting and
over the intervening months I would find
it and then give it a good telling off.
Months have passed and the study
has been dusted. More than once. The couch has been lifted to reveal more dust
but no chess piece.
Furniture has been rearranged but again to no effect.
There
is only one place it could be. I have a bookcase, which because it is too heavy
to move easily I have left until last.
No problem. I even have a solution, a
pole I can insert underneath and sweep anything out. I’ve had this solution
for some weeks now but have delayed putting it into effect.
The reason is simple.
Quantum uncertainty. Schrodinger’s
Castle. It might be there. I might not be there and if it’s the latter, I don’t
want to know. So, every so often I glance across at the bookcase sometimes
happy that it’s almost certainly there, occasionally disturbed it might not be.
Post script Quantum synchronicity.
Hard to believe but true. This morning, an hour before I was due to post this blog, my chair –
the ‘Captain’s Chair,’ was getting an unexpected clean in anticipation of
guests. I lifted a cushion and found it, fast asleep or quietly sulking.
He has such a lot to talk about.
And when they're done with their questions, I'll be having a quiet but firm word myself. Yes, fall off and roll under somewhere. Entirely forgivable, but how on earth do you end up under a cushion at the far end of the room? And how and why do you reveal yourself the day I'm about to blog about it. 'There are stranger things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio . . . '
5 comments:
I couldn't help thinking your chess piece was having a Toy Story adventure, moving about while the house was asleep.
I also smiled in satisfaction that you too keep your couch covered. Although my reasons have more to do with a cat that likes to scratch the furniture and a puppy who thinks the floor is lava and must jump from couch to couch.
PS I think you need more bookshelves.
An adventurous castle, or a 'very naughty boy'. And as to bookshelves, we have three more rooms of books. I'll email the evidence some time. :)
Ah this made me chuckle. The elusive castle. Has to be a story there. How odd, though, that it should turn up in the most unexpected place, and a place you would have thought it would have been seen. Going through a slight 'Paranormal Obsessed' phase at the moment so my mind is suddenly doing overtime here... :)
Oh, and FYI, I also cover my sofas due to cats :)
DRC, I'm glad it made you chuckle and I agree it has the makings of a story, either a minor part of one eg character illustration or a theme, or perhaps a children's tale - without stepping on 'Toy Story' :)
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