mercredi 18 août 2004

Whose turn with the watering can? Hmm. You're very quiet if you're going about the garden! But I hope it pleases you. Your silence has failed to set off any alarms. The gate won't let in paranoia and fear. The Hotel Losserand, briefly mentioned on the other side, is now empty, apart from me. Still was when I last checked this morning. No visitors' suitcases or forgotten belongings were visible when I got home last night. The Wildcat had said she was likely to roam on northwards. Amsterdam and a long unseen former lover. I'd left her a friendly good luck note (I also meant it for said former lover, but didn't add that bit). Got the 'phone call from Amsterdam later. She did say thanks and was about to launch into the usual round of "Sorry this and sorry that" when I reminded her that it would be good for her to say sorry less often. That was followed by the things I hadn't noticed. Marianne's 'phone charger had gone! And she'd forgotten a well-hidden box containing two pairs of brand new fashion shoes. "I'll post them." "Oh, would you? I'm really going to need them." "You knew I'd say that." She didn't deny it. I'll say one thing for the Wildcat. She's very expensive, but makes no bones about it. Is this where I say "Oouuufff"? Do you think I'm an idiot? I often wander wonder myself. Anyway, it's coming up to your turn to wheel the barrow around with the compost. Go down the pathways and find your way round the copses. The longer you leave it, my love, the bigger the garden will grow. Soon I might have to draw you a map. For now, I've borrowed one of Ursula's. Unlike the Wildcat, my mentor in Oregon is 'Always Coming Home'. I don't mind if you drench me to the skin while you're going around with the hose. Do your worst. It's good for the plants. 10:12:40 AM    your views? []

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