It has been a v interesting couple of weekettes. Spons have changed hands in car parks throughout the county and pieces of art are winging their way abroad…
Perhaps a new dawn is on the horizon?
How exciting that would be, following the gloom and despondency of the tail end of 2013 and the beginning of 2014.
The Puerto Rican furniture designer’s arrival is imminent too. As of this after, One shan’t be able to live the life of a batty old recluse: blowing One’s nose on a sock, drinking gin out of a cracked cup, staying dans le duvet until all hours etc… Well, not without blowing One’s cover and risking the shame of being A Vagrant with an audience.
I AM NOT THE VAGRANT - remember that?
Any road up, Aged P called last evening to inform One that K had arrived with A and she’d had the most Wonderful afternoon of her life.
Took One a while to place K, and eventually remembered she is The Brother’s first wife…
She of the ‘It’ll be the happiest day of my life when that marriage breaks up!,’ so said Aged P upon the occasion of their nuptials.
‘Twould appear, however, that K is now flavour of the month. Obv didn’t occur to Aged P that her visit was to enable the facts about the doings of the Brother to be divulged.
Still, if it makes Aged P happy to change sides, let it be.