August 21st 2019. Casey A floats, not so far from the beach, in a rubber dinghy, on the low tide. The sea, I'm told, is a millpond. "No, it isn't," I say. "It's like a millpond." It is a summer's day, but the bay is empty. I'm floating in another rubber dinghy. August 24th … Continue reading dream diaries…70
21/08/19 My landlord is trying to sell the flat. Linda, the estate agent, leaves a voicemail. 'Good morning. Just to make you aware that __________ has booked to view the property on blah blah blah at blah blah blah.' As always, Linda finishes with, 'Ooh, and Nick, as it's booked for after 5pm, would you … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
17/08/19 Yesterday, on the way to pick up Spanish Iain, a pigeon suddenly slammed into the windscreen with a dull, solid and terminal thud. The bird came out of nowhere and was gone, over the roof, before either of us fully realised what had happened. Of course, there was nothing to be done and Malcolm … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
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