The ladybird’s lesson
It was a glorious day of full sunshine, although too late in the season to rescue another disastrous English summer. I could feel the sun’s warmth on me as I sat in a park, waiting for some friends to show. They were late.
Just then, I felt a scratching on my neck. Instinctively, I brushed the area, and a ladybird fell onto the table in front of me. Concerned that I had damaged it, I pushed it gently with my nail. Nothing. Then again. Still nothing. After a third nudge, the ladybird started walking away from my finger.