19Jan08

My leeetle girl, she say you stick tongue at her. Eeez zees true?

At which point I nodded. The girl pulled her face into a grimace which I recognised as belonging to part of the make-tears-happen-quickly process.

I always telling her, zees bad zing to do, and now you do to her. The tone of reproach was unmistakable.

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The Girl With The Priestly Admirer doused me in tester perfume. I smell of my old best friend. It is still raining, and J, I am still willing to plate-smash with you. I slid down a set of rain-drenched stairs today, past an old man with twenty million shopping bags who then also slipped in a semi-comic knock-on effect. Like yawning. It was almost exciting.

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