For months now, the top of my ideas board has been occupied by the following yet to be explored (until now) idea for a blog post:
“Taking inspiration from the things you see around you every day (myself as murder victim or suspect – what could the police tell about me from my house?)”
For some reason, I kept focusing on the bits and pieces tacked to my refrigerator including photographs of and drawings by various nieces and nephews. And, of course, what these things say about me is that even though I’m single, I am part of an extended (and still growing) family and I am loved. But recently something happened that made me realise I’m too close to the subject matter. Not able to see the forest for the trees.
Because being an aunt is not my defining characteristic and upon entering my house in the event of my unnatural death or to arrest me for someone else’s, the fridge is not the first thing the police would notice.
No, the first thing they would notice is the nine cats.