At the stroke of 5:30 am, I came down to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and get the day kickstarted. Usually, I encounter large notices left on the floor by Nikita imploring me to wake her up at a certain time by gentle or if required, not-so-gentle means.

Today was different. The first thing that caught my notice was the Post It left on the kitchen counter. Apparently, our doyen of fearless journalism was driven to her heebie jeebies last night by no less a ferocious being than a moth! She even had trapped it inside the laptop (God knows what that even means) but was too scared – presumably even after mortally injuring it – to errrr… “mothball” it!!!

What I still do not understand is the following… apparently, she took care of it herself, somehow. And then instead of simply trashing the Post It note, why did she bother to write another Post It to ask us not to worry about it?

Now, I need to wait for her to wake up to find out.