I dreamed last night that Thomas the Hun was staying with us, and we looked out of the window to see about 6 inches of snow everywhere. Very unseasonable, especially for August.
I opened the window and it flew in in a great flurry, cold and wet to the touch as I tried to scoop it out again. It went immediately dark just as Thomas took photos of it, but the ceiling was illuminated with the reflected light, just as I remember some pre-dawn, Christmas mornings when I was a kid.
It is Step-Daughter's birthday today and it is raining. Apparently it always rains on her birthday. 47 - who would have thought it. My daughter is stopping off this afternoon on her way back from a Cornish camping holiday. 44 - who would have thought it.
I am mildly melancholic today, and this post is sounding like a diary entry. I have never kept a diary, but I was given a leather-clad one as a boy, which had a lockable clasp and a key. I suppose I was meant to keep secrets in it, but I could not think of any.
This was just as well, because I found that my older brother had picked the simple lock and opened it one day. Disappointed in the sparsity of secrets, he just quoted one boring line from it to let me know that I could not keep secrets from him anyway. He, on the other hand, was very good at secrets.
Green Eyes was pretty good at white-lying when she was a kid, and - for all I know - she probably still is. She would take me upstairs to her room and honour me by showing the vast stash of sweets which she kept hidden in a box under her bed, accumulated over quite a period of time.
At that time, she had an imaginary friend called 'Doo-Doo'. He lived on the roof, and never came down from there. I don't think they ever talked to each other.
Every now and then, I would ask her if Doo-Doo was still on the roof, and she would say 'yes'. They have moved house many times since her childhood, and Doo-Doo didn't move with her.
Every now and then, I ask if Doo-Doo is still on the roof of that house, and she says 'yes'.
I don't know how she knows that, living in London as she does and knowing that they have never spoken to each other, let alone stayed in contact.
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