Porridge anyone?

This morning I woke up at 1030am, to the sounds to Triple J. I promptly hit snooze. I was woken ten minutes later; and hit snooze again. By 1130 the radio stopped bugging me and by about one in the afternoon, I woke to the sound of my mobile phones beeping because of an incoming message.

After about fifteen minutes, I got up and wandered outside. Two things struck me immediately: firstly, it felt as if the temperature was below zero, and secondly, the entire courtyard was covered in what looked like small white petals. I was just thinking how pretty it looked when I remembered that there are no trees in the courtyard and it’s winter, so if even if there were trees, they wouldn’t have shed their petals.

I put some shoes on and wandered over to what appeared to be the epicentre and discovered, with not a little consternation, that the petals were in fact rolled oats. I wandered back to the house as The Optimist materialised in the back hallway. I looked at him with a look that said, “Dude, have you seen the courtyard?” He looked back, with a look that said, “Yeh, man, I have and fucked if I know what happened!” I nodded slightly in the direction of The Space Cadet’s room and gave him a look that said, “Well clearly it was the Space Cadet, drunk and off his head, doing some kind of primal dance that included rolled oats.” He considered this for a second and disappeared into the house. I followed him and asked if his rolled oats were missing. They weren’t, luckily, so it seems The Space Cadet had the decency to use his own rolled oats in filling our yard with cereal.

And now, with the rain, we have porridge.