Marguerite arrived at 11.30. I said hi and walked straight out the door. I went down to my favourite cafe, Cocos and had breakfast, poached eggs with spinach, mushrooms and tomatoes. Two coffees and a freshly squeezed orange juice. I avoided buying the newspaper, and buying into the world psycho drama yet again and, instead, I took my first chapter to my novel to write.
I headed outside into the court yard for a cigarette and the rain came down. It was nice, a nice feeling the fine drops of water falling on my face. Refreshing, clean. I lay my head back from underneath the umbrella and felt the drops fall.
Yesterday morning, when I dug down into my jumper basket to retrieve a jumper I hadn't worn for a while, I found jumper after jumper with holes, having been eaten by whatever it is that eats wool. There were white mildewy marks and sleeves and shoulders, ostensibly, missing.
Ah! My favourite black cashmere, my green cable, my blue V-neck, my teal zip up with leather patches on the elbows. The leather patches were in good shape, just every thing attached... my burgundy zip collar was okay, but I'm ditching it anyway, it's always been too big.
I still can't believe it. Some of my favourite clothes.
Spilt milk, can't cry, get a garbage bag and chuck them all away.
I headed into the city for a little avoid-the-cleaner retail therapy, some new woollens and a couple of DVD's, as it turned out. Four new jumpers. A green collared button up, a black, charcoal and pale blue V-necks.
Lovely.
I can't bring myself to look at my suits in the wardrobe. Eeek!
I'm supposed to be quitting smoking today, but I can already feel myself heading to the milk bar.
I take mum to the supermarket. You can bet I'll be buying some of those Sheltox Pest things. Of course, I blame it on Marguerite, isn't that her job? Ha, ha, if only.
Mums shopping I turned, as the gorgeous Nicholas would say, real hateful towards her before I left. Oh, I don’t know, she just gave me the shits. Her delusions, illusions, her circular conversations that go nowhere, the shit she now sprouts. It just got to me in the end and I was screamy, really crappy, I couldn’t stop myself.
As I left, she said, Do you think you can be nicer to me next time.
A proud moment.
SMS. 17.29. Is it your birthday? That’s all – christian
SMS. 18.28. Yes, it is darling! Thank you for thinking of me... that’s all! x – David
Subject: and how is lovely dovely hesketland?
Well, thanks for sharing.
I hate it here today. Am thinking only of quit quit quit and book a ticket.
Good Luck with your cock.
Mole (Josh)
SMS. 20.14. Eating dinner. Call u later. What about Wolverine? – Jill
SMS. 20.15. Seen it – christian
SMS. 20.15. Night at the Museum? – Jill
SMS. 20.16. Yuk! – christian
SMS. 20.17. You writer you. What a beautiful turn of phrase! – Jill
SMS. 20.18. There’s nothing on – christian
SMS. 20.18. What gave it away? – Jill
SMS. 20.19. The newspaper – christian
SMS. 20.31. Lesbian Vampire Killers? – christian
SMS. 20.32. Surprisingly not interested – Jill
SMS. My Year Without Sex, 9.20, Nova. But, you’d have to come here – christian
SMS. 20.44. I could do my own movie, my 10 years here – Jill
SMS. 20.50. So that’s a no? It’s got Matt Day, I always fancied him – christian
SMS. 20.54. Yep that’s no. I’m feeling that terminator is the go on Thu if u r free? – Jill
Jill wanted to go to the movies. In true Jill style she wanted to see Terminator Salvation, which actually doesn’t start until Thursday. She suggested Wolverine, but I’d seen it. I suggested My Year Without Sex, but Jill said it sounded too much like her life.
Watched teev instead. And, just as it turned out, Terminator 3 was on the teli.
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