Chatterbox

I drove up to Bolago in the afternoon, after smoking pot and writing for most of the day. Although, I did drive over to Lottie's and cut her lawn. I left late and forgot she was going out in the afternoon, so I cut the grass, ate her cake and got the hell out before she got home.

Then I farted around in the arvo before leaving for the country.

I must remember to drive to the country and then smoke pot, not the other way around. Although, smoking pot and driving is easy, not like alcohol. If you relax and trust you senses on pot you'll be fine, where if you relax and trust your senses on alcohol, you'll drive off the road.

Oh, it's true, much to the piss drinkers (not to get confused with what Shane does) and the wowsers might say to the contrary.

Mark and Luke have got a couple staying with their mother, a self confessed chatterbox. (Isn't it funny how people think if they confess, then they don't actually have to do anything to curb their behaviour) The woman never stops talking. OMG! I've been around expert excessive talkers, Leah's mother, for one.

Last night, she'd just walked up to me talking, prattled away and then wander off still talking. When I came out for breakfast she was propped up chatting with a cup of coffee in her hand. I just wanted to put a pillow over her face and hold it there until her little legs stopped kicking. She's old, it wouldn't have taken much.

I stepped outside into the garden on the far side of the house, to have a smoke, and suddenly she was next to me telling me all about when she used to smoke. "You know, back in the day, when none of us knew how bad it was for all of us. I guess you are too young to remember the time when it wasn't thought of as bad for us? So, so many of us were social smokers. I was only ever really a social smoker, you know, when I used to get together with my girlfriends, back when we used to have coffee and chats, you know, to get away from the boys, just for a time. When you are a woman, you need that, the company of other women, I don't know really what it is, but women chatting with women is very soothing for the women concerned, I think we need that as a species, I know that sounds kind of daft, but none the less, I think it is kind of true. And we used to smoke up a storm, me and my girlfriends when we'd get together at each other's houses. Regularly, you know, we used to alternate between houses and we all used to bring a plate and we'd talk, oh how we'd talk. When women get together, they just talk and talk..."

“Not just women together,” I heard myself deadpan, when I could get a word in.

All the time I’m smoking a joint, and she’s a guest, and I was wondering if she’d noticed. 

So here I am, secreted away in the study, I wouldn't normally be writing this up here, but I had to escape. The woman is a menace.