Lucy was an ordinary human being who journeyed through life with two non-human beings.
It is a fairly general human trait to overlook, undervalue and generally fail to recognise the contributions made to life by those closest to us and Lucy was no exception.
One day, as she walked along, a distant memory stirred. Lollop and Pim. Whatever happened to Lollop and Pim? It was her mother’s voice that Lucy recalled. Back when she was still a child, her mother used to tell her stories of when she had been a very little child. It made it very difficult to know what she actually remembered for herself and what was a kind of family folklore.
Once, so the story went, though, perhaps it was in fact an oft repeated occurrence, when she didn’t want to go to bed, she would state that she couldn’t go to bed because Lollop and Pim were in her bed.
Imaginary childhood companions, Lucy mused. Did today’s children still have them or had they been pushed out by television and computer game characters? The thoughts did not stop there. What else had Lollop and Pim been responsible for? Don’t we all need someone to blame for the things we don’t want to face up to?
Faster and faster, Lucy walked. But there was no escaping. Lollop and Pim had made their presence felt.
Do you have a Lollop and Pim in your life?
Who do you blame for the things you do whilst ‘not quite yourself’?
Who gets the thanks for the good inspirations?