Naughty Jester

So if you came here for some sort of sour scatological treatise I am sorry to disappoint. No, today is about lemons raining down like errant apples onto absent minded physicists’ heads.

A lemon tree exploding with yellow fruitballs grows outside my bedroom window. Every so often we hear a ‘thunk’ followed by ‘gatagatagata’ as lemons fall onto and roll around our roof.
We have a surfeit of lemons, so many in fact that I’m drowning in their juices. I’ve drunk more lemonade in the past two months of my life than in the first 40 or so years combined. Can one OD on lemonade?

Recently, a visitor complained that our house was haunted as evidenced by strange sounds and tumblings in the night. I would have ridiculed them if I didn’t harbor doubts myself. Having lived in China for many years, I absorbed more than their language and culture. Maybe owing to the fact I was Chinese in a previous life, I also soaked up many of their beliefs. In China, the good folks believe phantasms exist the same way duck tape exists.

Please, I beg you, just don’t call me a quack!

Do you believe in ghosts?
Do u like ur lemonade fresh squeezed?