….you know, when you are lying in the bath trying to relax after a hard day and you start to notice eyes staring at you across the bubbles.
I counted them the other day. 18 pairs in the bathroom alone (not including my own). I wondered how many pairs there were in the whole house.
‘Count them’ said a voice in my head.
‘No, don’t be ridiculous it would take ages’
‘But don’t you want to know?’
‘A bit i suppose’
‘You might regret it if you don’t….’
‘YES! When you are old and grey it will pop into your head and you’ll think oooh i never knew how many eyes were in that house, i wish i had counted them, i really, REALLY do.’
‘Oh bloody hell! But I’m not counting all the ones in the toys boxes or all the farm animals as that would take too long. I’ll have to estimate them instead’
‘As long as you can live with the data being flawed.’
‘I think i can’
‘Ok – get on with it then!’
‘I’m having a bath’
‘I don’t care get on with it’