Spillage

It’s no good crying over spilt milk, but you can cry over spilt sugar.
 
I knocked over the silver sugar bowl while getting out the tea container you see in the foreground.
 
To the delight of ants everywhere, the sugar spread far and wide.
 
Now only this morning I read an article written by an American commenting on the pandemic.
 
He wrote that “one could be comfortable (in lockdown) when well stocked with liquor, and an agreeable companion”
 
I fled the horror scene above, crying pathetically and was sharply reminded “BLIP!”
 
What an agreeable companion I have