Shane's Birthday

SMS. 12.06. (Shane) Happy birthday – Christian

Everyone was languorously relaxing in the sun. Jane, Andy and baby Jay arrived. Jay was so cute, he was having a shy day and he kept snuggling up close for protection. He keenly observed all the other children around him. He was very quiet and confined, but nothing seemed to miss his gaze. He looked so cute in his B is for Bob T-shirt.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining the sky was blue. Manny left a message on my phone as I drove home around 2pm. I called him back and he asked if I wanted to come over tonight, after I had done my washing and whatever else it was that I had to do. I wanted to drop by now, so I could have the rest of the evening to myself. So, I made the excuse of dropping in to collect the joint which I had left with him when his back was really sore during my holidays.

He was putting up curtains, so I helped. During which, I couldn't help but pull his pants down. He kept saying wait, I want to get this done.

I was home by 6pm.

Manny called to say how much he appreciated my help with the curtains. He's such a polite boy.

Dear Mr Fletcher,

Thank you for your cheery mail. It is a comfort to me to know that loved ones back in the blessed homeland can spare a moment to share deeply their distress at the political necessitated exile movement that claims successive good sorts from the maternal shores. Oh Why oh Why? etc. One can only ask what are you people doing with that government down there where the kangaroos rue their oozes? But who can say...

Well back in the thick of it, but very relaxed. professional, fucking up only a little bit, turning up, smiling, shimmying up walls. The other job starts in a week. That will be interesting how much can be balanced. But I'll just be more in the middle of it.

What can I say? Australia is SOOO far away and I adjusted in like a swink of your grandmother's smacky proverbial. I don't believe she blinked an eye(lid). Not her - too crusted over with amyl burns that have moved up from her weeping nostrils. But that's Sherleeyn, she was always her own person and you couldn't tell her nuthin'.

I have had me mate Jane visiting for 4 days and the weather turned summery and we had a ball – cocktails one after the other in gorgeous locations, Berlin this Berlin that, chat chat chat and no hassles. They (a friend of her's too) loved the flat and terrace, loved Berlin, loved Germany. You gotta love them holocaust memorials at 6am, crackasparrows!

Bern is foine – just up to some tricks. Came in on girls' last night to cross with him coming down stairs with a cuties in tow and VERY sheepish (natch, I'm a dragon with bad behaviour – must keep remembering, that's what boyfriends do, bad behaviour I mean, mixed with other things of course) and I was a bit prissy because I figure Internet root in our flat, and I was right but he had no luck and he didn't score and so they're jogging buddies and I thoroughly approve as I won't have to jog and scoring is fine too anyway I had just been caught by surprise and ANYWAY Emilio is coming to Berlin and that's already been sorted so I can root him solid for weeks so let's not be hypercritical. EMILIO yipee yipeee!!!! There is none bigger, thicker, wider. Maybe we can arrange for a bendy one, like the other one had, that David. Mum I want THAT one. But no we must not complain. I expect to go to hospital, but hopefully at the end of his visit, as a result. I mean, I'll have to rehab until I can walk again, normally.

And last bit, the guy was Israeli (ha ha!) so I feel very encouraging for Bern and no sweat for me.

That's about it I think. I had to open my account at school feeling a bit groggy and they were all arranged behind me looking at the screen when I got them to look away for my password (poofter, in German) and then when they had looked back, there it was, where I had typed it in the wrong field. Hee hee. As I hadn't got it and had to look myself as did they to find the problem, why hasn't it opened (come on kid! let's problem solve!) it took some time before I even realised. Why Oh Why am i surrounded at every turn?...

Write bitch, dear friend,

Gales

I went to bed early with art-house porn that Tim had given me.