Comic Relief #100

I guess the 100th Comic Relief wouldn't be complete without a mention of cats and Jessica Alba. Trust Kania and Jonno to be so considerate as to supply me with the neccessary means to commemorate the occasion with a couple of my favourite things.

Someone tried to sketch a heart on my knee today, with one of those felt-tipped pen/marker hybrids. You know, the kind that has a "fine" and "medium" end and comes in all sorts of fascinating colours like pink and lime green and dirt brown. This was purple.

Typical of the way things have been going, the heart ended up looking like a headless, legless, proboscis-less butterfly, something I helpfully pointed out as Kerri put in the finishing touches of the rather sad-looking masterpiece.

Of course, she added antennae and a few squiggles that vaguely resembled legs (though if they were, it would have been one hell of a lame insect in every sense of the word).

Still, it got me thinking.

Do affairs of the heart really work out the way we all hope they will? The way we are told they will? The way two people fall for each other, totally, truly, honestly, sincerely, eternally as they so often do in books and TV and the silver screen?

Or does it just always end up messy, something other than what you mean and want, leaving you with nothing else but to salvage what you can and turn it into something else entirely?

...And maybe watch it fly off, or fade with time.