Beanstalks in General

There was a question, but I missed it because of the clinking crockery being palmed into the dishwasher. The answer was uncertain, my wife wondering in real time as she considered this.

‘Oh… I don’t… I dont know, actually… I wonder if all beanstalks go to the same giant’s castle.’

No more plates and bowls racket. Just silence as I pick up my cup and frown. You can’t drop things like that on a person at 6.50am! But she did, they did, and now the sky castles are multiplying, all those angry cloud stompers with all their stolen gold, fee-fi-foing around the heavens. It’s like an oversized 1980s first division football fan fight in a car park, little working class cow-salesmen bolting every which way as size 482 Adidas Sambas fly at their petrified little bodies.

In the end, I shake my head, laugh, and try to move on.