A pint reflected.
Radio controls are becoming common place removing the need for wires. Today a hand held switch illuminates one of the little silver trees, the socket being hard to access, which is our only concession to Christmas decoration this year. We have a similar switch which turns on a standard lamp in the bedroom. What we forget for a moment is that unless the receivers on the plugs are differently set, a transmitter can operate a switch on the wrong receiver, turning on or off a light,unexpectedly, in another room. I run up and down stairs for a minute or two bewildered. A little bit of careful thought and the problem is resolved.
"A Charm invests a face
The lady dare not lift her Veil
For Fear it be dispelled-"
Emily Dickinson, who else? A bit like Coleridge's belief that poetry is often at its best when imperfectly understood. And Francis Bacon's essay Of Truth "...But I cannot tell: this same truth is a naked and open daylight that does not shew the masks and mummeries and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candlelights".
A very short Christmas story is posted in One Fine Day