Sound of Silence

I pour water over her head, she deserves it she talks too loud.

We're dining out, it's a good restaurant and it is our anniversary. Lady Loudmouth on the next table will not quite down, she likes the sound of her own voice. Her own table are shushing her, nothing works. After another 1/2 hour I'm a coiled spring and I explode out of my seat in a long arc, somersaulting & pirouetting drawing the sword mid air. At last silence, broken only by the fizz of the samurai blade through the air and the thud of Lady Loudmouth's decapitated head hitting the floor. I climb back into reality and through gritted teeth we finish our meal, why are we English so reserved? We head home to our castle, this is my domain I don't have to hold back. I shout at the TV, at the inane reality contestants, at the banal adverts. I draw the remote and silence the lot of them, I feel better.

Now I'll sleep well.