Sixty Three

For LL

When I'm sixty four LL. For you that is looming. Forty nine when we first met, just. So where will you be when you are sixty four?

That is not a geographical reference, but perhaps more of a financial one. What minded me of your possible position was seeing that man who is vertically challenged but not when it comes to his circumference. One day and, given his 'look', maybe not as long as you think, you will be on your own and perhaps a little short of income. I appreciate your 'inheritance', of course, but then think what is life without a partner to enjoy any small amount of cash you might have.

He may have made provision for you, as I would have done once, and in my case on a wholly different scale!. I occasionally think of your ambition to set your son up in an apartment of his own and remind myself of how easy that would be for me. That sort of cost is quite 'small change' in my world. But, you decided you knew better - of course you didn't, as you acknowledged yourself shortly after parting. 'Why do I always make the wrong decisions P*****' .

I don't let my imagination linger too long of the probable image of the two of you in bed. The sight of him in anything but clothes doesn't bear (bare) thinking about. You must be smothered. 

On another note I have a house full of guest this weekend, partly because of the birthday celebration, partly for Easter and partly because we haven't all gotten together for a while. As you might imagine, I/we have more than sufficient bedrooms etc....and cars.

This is just a short note between checking emails, before getting back to our guests. This is from the guy you thought had no friends. Don't you think I did a good job of keeping you from them - I do. You would have known them in time, of course, but you never committed, so I never brought you over here to meet them all...or indeed those back in the UK. Maybe you might never have 'fitted in' - we'll never know now...will we.

Ciao