Winter at the Shape-Shifting Shop
I had a chance meeting with a woman who I haven't seen for six years last night. I was only saying to H.I. a day ago, that I really needed to talk to this woman, because she has certain attributes which make her the ideal focal-point for the project about which I cannot say too much at present, and I never expected to see her again - ever - since she moved from Bath to West Sussex (as it transpired) that long ago.
I am not deliberately trying to be mysterious - I would dearly love to spill my guts about the whole thing, but there's politics involved and doing so might put a jinx on it right from the start, and I have over a year to go before the thing can become a reality. Suffice to say that her fortuitous arrival last night seemed to be a little more than chance.
When she lived in Bath, I never actually met her, though I would often see her around and thought how well she would suit a project such as the one that has only just been dreamed up in the last week or two - that's what I mean by 'a little more than chance'.
I walked straight up to her last night, introduced myself to her and immediately propositioned her to sound out her willingness to get involved in a project which is a million miles away from her chosen profession, and she immediately agreed.
"Would I have to sleep with you?" she asked.
"It's not obligatory," was my considered response.
I took her photo and we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I'll keep you as informed as you need to be.