Daisy brought home a fortune cookie from school on Friday. Everyone in her class had been given one to celebrate Chinese New Year. They got a little golden chocolate egg as well.
Daisy wasn’t interested in the Fortune Cookie. She had her eye on the chocolate egg and gave me the cookie instead. I cracked it open and the fortune read ‘You are a talented storyteller.’
I was chuffed. Despite being university educated I have an illogical belief that the cosmos is always sending out little signs and messages in all kinds of bizarre ways.
Trouble is, technically, the fortune cookie was given to Daisy.
Was the message meant for me or her?
This is where you'll find everything you need to know about me and my books.
You opened it.
The cookie knew you would.
It was meant for you, I think. The cosmos knew that Daisy would hand it over to you.
I agree with the cookie, your daughter is a rubbish storyteller, therefore fate handed you the cookie instead of her*. Fortune cookies are well known for their curmudgeonly behaviour. They dislike children AND puppies. From what ‘they’ say, fortune cookies also hate Pina Coladas and gettin’ caught in the rain.
I’m a bit grumpy, I am watching the highlights of the cricket and India are still winning like when I saw the last ten minutes live this morning. ‘They’ have again failed to change the outcome of past events even though I didn’t think about it all day at Lakeside IKEA. Damn they to hell.
I am sure your daughter does indeed write interesting stories, like all children who are named after flowers, like my daughter who last friday made a machine that makes other machines and is magic and can do anything it wants.
Let Daisy write a blog entry, prove the cookie wrong. Don’t bow to the cookie based pressure.
hunty
*to give to a Proper Writer who examines the unbearable ennui of the human condition or something like that. You know, the ones that are held up as worthy and win prestigious prizes for literature but are very hard work to get through to the end and once read get put on the shelf to impress the guests and never read again.
Newsflash: Uncle Hunty is my new favourite person.