OK so this is getting a little ridiculous. A small fly seems to have fallen in love with me. It has been following me around for a little over a week. It sits on my pillow at night, settles by my desk during the day and flutters about the kitchen while I cook. It shows no interest in my food, just lightly brushes my arms or cheek and simply likes being near me. Its love is unrequited. I’ve been trying to kill it for days – to no avail. I suspect there is a cosmic joke in this. Perhaps something about loving all God’s creatures (not just the furry or beautiful ones). Or maybe about ways of seeing. If, instead of a fly, it had been a cat or dog, I would be smitten by its playful attentions. But instead I act like a madwoman who has lost all compassion. I swat at it, cuss it and ignore it – even though its not actually doing anything wrong. It may well be Laura teasing me: ‘Do you still love me, even like this?’ And for no reason I can understand, I am unable to kill it. Normally I have the reflexes of a cat and can snatch flies out of mid air with my bare hands. But not this one.