Banana Drama

Avoiding life's simplest tasks.

The banana is sitting on my kitchen counter unit.

I want to eat it.

I love bananas.

My dad loved bananas.

I love them hot, cooked in sherry and topped with cream. I love them cold and sliced on corn flakes or hot breakfast oats. I love them mashed on toast with honey on the top.

But today, all I’m doing is staring at the banana. I want it, but I just can’t …