I know, the saying is about drinking, but I couldn’t resist the natural equine antipathy toward getting cleaned up.
I recently had occasion to do a fair amount of painting in a very old house, and yes, there were footsteps when I was alone in the house which I couldn’t explain.
When I drove across country recently, all by myself, this little scenario occurred to me.
More grave humour. I know, it’s pretty deep.
There’s a certain tension to this that I like.