Saturday 24 June 2017

Out and About

writing room/gallery/last weekend

Where’ve you been?


I know that, but where?

I had to go to the city.

How was it?

Hot. You wouldn’t believe how hot. Imagine being in a sauna and cooking chips over red hot coals wearing a suit of armour.

Your sister popped by.

My sister.


She never pops by.

She did.

Did she leave a message?

She said she didn’t get it.

No one gets it; anything else?

She said you’re getting old.

Cheek! We’re ALL getting old. That’s it?

She asked who ‘him’ was.



Of course.

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