Sunday, 14 March 2010

Today I felt like hiding. Since the previous lodger left, I have felt a weight of expectation on me not to lose another one in short order. I kind of miss Dmitri’s obsessive spring cleaning. The place feels kind of dusty without him.

The new lodger arrived in the evening. Fran - wiry, fiery. Looks - suspicious, frankly. Sullen. Her arms, her forehead, are blemished with little bruises. Was it impolite of me to have stared so directly? Well, I was tired, and I didn’t care whether I offended her. I made sure she could settle in, but it was late already, and I only wanted to be somewhere else. Back at HQ.

Sorry, dear blog/Belinda/or god forbid, Mum (btw xx Happy Mother's Day). I'm no better to you either. More about Fran some other time. Goodnight!