I had a conversation with a gummy bear.
There are probably few who can say that.
Ruby and I were talking on the phone, the subject primarily being her birthday in a couple of days, when suddenly she ran out of things to say or talk about. This isn't a problem for Ruby, she asked me if I wanted to talk to her gummy bear and then switched into this little girl pretend voice that sometimes was so high that only sparrows could hear, so suddenly I was speaking to a gummy bear.
What do you say to a gummy bear?
As a vegetarian do I apologise for having munched down so many of her tribe?
As an art lover do I compliment on the diversity and intensity of the colours that typify a conglomeration of gummies?
I don't know.
I managed a slightly stiff and uncomfortable conversation with Madame Ours (French for "bear" for those not familiar with that romantic tongue) ... I mean isn't everyone uncomfortable when chatting with the famous?
I hung up the phone after bidding adieu to both bear and girl and realised that, somehow, my day was a little bit different. Adult cares had magically disappeared in the struggle to speak 'bear' to a little girl with a squeaky voice.
So, my advice to those of you suffering through another work day or who want to jazz up an ordinary day - get a gummy bear, and have a chat.