Saturday, January 29, 2011

A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk Along the briny beach

We spent worried hours wondering what happened to Johnny. Picasso yelled at Shannon for no better reason then to relieve a bit of tension.

After a while, it was obvious that there wasn't anything we could do, so life sort of went back to normal.

I pondered the latest chess puzzles.

Hans did the laundry.

Friday, January 14, 2011

If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"

My sister was wondering about that phone call I got just before I left.

"Hello, is this John Edward Grant?" It was a woman's voice, but not one I recognise at all.

"Yes, this is he."

"You have an ex-wife, Alaina?"