I had a strange (but decidedly unwelcome) visitor a few days ago.
Nearly at the end of an important article, when suddenly disturbed by the bell. At first, I ignored it, but the ringing became so persistent that eventually I had to face the stairs to face the ‘intruder’. It was an exceedingly hot day and I was surprised to see my visitor dressed in a semi-official uniform – at least, too formal to appear unimportant (which was obviously his normal mode) with one of these plastic badges together with his photograph attached to a lapel.
“Are you the owner?”, he demanded somewhat aggressivley and then I noticed some official papers he was half hiding behind his back.
“That depends on who you are”, I said holding his eye.
“I’m from the Council” , he said almost offended and pointing to the ‘ID’ on his lapel. “I’m here about the state of the outside fence. There are tree branches growing over it and obstructing the pavement and you’ve ignored two earlier Notices”.
“I haven’t ignored anything. And I still haven’t said whether or not I’m the owner. Apart from which, they are only grape vines which have grown down the other side of the fence”.
“This is an official Notice from the Council” (hands me some papers) “that the problem must be dealt with inside 14 days or you could be liable to prosecution”.
Well, that really did it! I screwed the papers up and threw them out onto the pavement . . . “You’ll just have to post them again, and hope somebody receives them”, I said.
Upstairs again, I felt distracted. I was coming up to an important part of my article and here I was being side-tracked by some insignificant little human being.
Well, I managed to get back to it. Strangely, I had been writing about the total unimportance of some material matters when opposed to things of an esorteric nature.
Re-reading my words before the unwanted interpretation, I had written . . .
When people really concentrate on the Greater, the lesser disappears.
Maybe somebody was trying to tell me something. Or rather confirm something to me?