House

I've had back-to-back guests since October, which has been both tiring and fantastic.

Tonight I waived good bye to the last of them.

Yes.

Waived.

As in:

Me: "Don't come back"

Nancy: "You couldn't pay me enough ..."

"Well I guess we understand each other then?"

-- "Yes well I guess we do."

"Very well then."

-- "Right you are."

"I take my leave."

-- "Fuck you too."

"No need to be discourteous."

-- "You started it."

"So how about Bali then?"

-- "Sure."

"May?"

-- "April's better. May will be too warm. I'll have a week's leave by April."

"OK. April it is. Fuck off then. Through those gates there."

-- "Hmm."

I'm not sure if I'm a bad host or she's a bad guest. But I tend to think it's her.

Parrots In Helmets

It was sunny.

Very bright.

Sunny I tell you.

Sunny. Bright.

(Right?)