Hitheron and Otherwhere.

The very first time, I don’t remember – but the last time I saw my sister was an hour ago.

Right now I’m in the kitchen, writing this, and she’s in the sitting room.

Sitting.

I’m sitting too in fact.

There has been no argument – in fact today we completed a compatibility quiz and found ourselves to be.

It’s just that she’s watching a film and I’m not.

She arrived here on Monday morning and – among other things- has interrupted the flow of post in this series.

She leaves tomorrow.

The next time I will see her, after that, is anybody’s guess.

We think it will be before too long, but that could be a long time considering that she lives over there and I live over here.

Besides, she is planning to be elsewhere sometime soon and I intend to be other-where before that.

Other-where is one of those words that I’ve just created, which hither-on (another) will be spelt without the hyphen.

Hitheron.

Otherwhere.