Mercredi 30.05.07 News from Afar & Interesting Pics
Cats, dogs, manicous and cafards were fighting last night outside my window. I was convinced I’d step outside this morning to see fur, feathers and trailing intestines all over the place but there’s not a creature in sight. Nicola heard the raucous too but she was preoccupied with the removal of a giant cafard; she had contemplated consulting me but a shoebox and a shooing was all that was needed.
We decide to make contact with David in Scotland today. Well, we presume he’s in Scotland. He has been gone over a month and despite firing off emails and texts we haven’t heard from him. This has happened before but we are a bit worried. I’ve had visions of him throwing himself off an Atlantic cruise liner or being squashed like a tomato at a bull stampede in Spain but once we hear his chirpy voice at the other end of the line we know he’s fine, even if he does complain that he’s freezing his balls off at home. He tells us how there were only about five people under the age of 30 on the cruise liner and that some strange Irishman tired to lure him to his room for a whiskey fuelled gay-porn session.
Nic and I head to Point du Bout for some juicy refreshment. I spot Kyla driving by, looking confused. Nic’s more interested in investigating the various pink Twingos around about.
Nic pops over to town for her private lessons and I soon find myself back in Point du Bout. I bought cheap-ass flip-flops at the weekend and they’re already a bit knackered so I bring them back expecting to get no customer service support. However, I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the saleswoman is more than compliant. She calls her boss, states my case and in no time at all I’ve exited wearing a new bracelet, necklace and my trusty five-year old pink Penny’s flip-flops.
As I’m in the area I call in on Stephen. He won’t know the results of his scan until he goes to his G.P in England but he seems on form and talks openly about his condition and con-artist exes who are framed on the wall of his cool, spotless apartment overlooking the marina. I poach his email services before we rejoin Nic at La Cabane for a final few rounds. I’ve drained three Caribs but I’m feeling drained myself so I head home leaving the duo to talk about crashing computers, couples and cars.
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