placido

One day, in a fit of weariness and overwhelm, I sat in our purple armchair and closed my eyes. When I opened them, this is what I saw.


Pete. Looking straight at me.

He's a carer, our Pete.

And a singer. Most nights. In full frog voice.*

Lately he's been singing Christmas carols. O Holy Night. It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

When he does, we call him Placido.


*He is only 1.5 inches long, though, so you may need to adjust your imaginations to fit.

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