The Point of 0.6 (2)

The Cow Is Over The Moon

'Hey diddle diddle,' she murmured to herself as she savoured her humus and harissa pitta, sitting at her desk in front of her computer. 

Well, so far so good. The horse still wasn't running and the barking was all but done.  Just some samples to moderate and some late submissions; the latter could wait, after all they were ... late. They'd be later still by the time she got round to looking at them. 

Her first 0.6 payslip had momentarily fazed her; but she was used to frugality and that was the answer. She would spend all her free time outside; pecuniary matters mattered little in the countryside.

'The cat and the fiddle,' she sang out loud.

'I've heard of that place,' he said.

'What place?' she enquired. She'd forgotten he was there.  On reflection she decided he looked decidedly tired. 'You should get out more,' she suggested.  'Nothing like a good walk to ensure you feel relaxed and rested.'

'The Cat and the Fiddle,' he repeated.  'It's a pub. People walk from there.'

'Walk where?'

'That I don't know.  It's miles from anywhere. You like to walk. You should try it.  Though I've never seen the point.  Especially the circular walk. I really don't buy it.'

'Well, inadvertently (of that, of course, I'm convinced) you've just hit the nail on the head. Today's society is all about consuming, about purchasing, about buying. The great thing about walking is that it actually costs nothing. Better still, I see it as a form of subversion. The primary drive behind late-capitalist culture is productivity. The great thing about walking is that you expend lots of energy and produce nothing of measurable value at all. Except, of course, muscular power and increased lung capacity. Something some of us could benefit from, non?'

'Why are you looking at me like that?' he asked accusingly.

'Moi?' she responded, hopefully, amusingly.

'Has it ever occurred to you that you're a cow?'

'Funny you should say that. Ha. The next line of my ditty is perfectly bovary, pertinently bovine: 'the cow jumps over the moon'.  But I, too, prefer Bob Dylan's line. To the point as ever, some may even say blunt: 'you're a cow'. (Ballad of a Thin Man, in case you were trying to locate the lyric.)'

'And your point is?' he responded, pointedly. 'Are you saying I'm fat?'

'Au contraire . . .'

'Speak English, you bitch.'

'You are so prescient in your anticipation of the next stanza of my rhyme: 'The little dog laughed to see such fun.'

'Great. And the relevance of the dish and the spoon? Got you there, I'll bet, even if you are over the moon.'

'Well, no actually. I have found the most adorable dish, and I believe he's found his spoon.'