Footprints

I was about to head out the front door today and brave the newly fallen snow when my eye caught these footprints. "The postman's been" I thought, but there was nothing in the porch.

Then I noticed that the footprints approached the door but then stopped.

"What the hell" I thought. "I wonder was that alien paying me a visit but his spaceship came back just before he could reach my door? Had he changed his mind about going home and decided to seek asylum with me, as the only person who was aware of his existence? And got caught short, so to speak?"

Or was it a different story entirely. "Surely" I thought "my new vaporiser burglar alarm could not be so efficient as to vanish a burglar without trace on my doorstep?"

Then I noticed the curve. Whoever it was had come close to the door and suddenly turned on their heel. "What" I wondered "had frightened them away"

Then the penny dropped. Thank God for some literate and conscientious junk-mailers.

Support your local Alien

This is the scene that faced me when I left the house this morning. Our local green space had been visited during the night. I looked around. Nothing else strange. Gone to ground? ET took exception to the new nearby apartments and pissed off back to whence he came?

Should I tell the Bishop in case it had the makings of another apparition? Should I tell the Garda in order to apprehend the vandal? Should I warn the local psychiatric services in case we needed to communicate with the visitor if, and when, it appeared?

I opted for the safe option and did nothing. So I'm just telling you - between ourselves, you understand. And, in any event, I'm sure the green will grow out of it in time.

Meanwhile we have our own teenage equivalent of a crop circle. Enjoy.