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Bird on a wire

  Fri 31st July 2020

In the park with Tammy, Hayley and Harry. Little repeated qualms in my stomach as Hayley kisses him.


Kim came up to my room in a green thigh-length dress, tightly presenting her beautiful tits; difficult not to stare.

A long walk, by my feeble standards, over the Suspension Bridge and through Leigh Woods, before we came across a cider pub near the docks. A bin man who had found some blood pressure tablets and several Viagra that morning was trying to sell them for a fiver a box. Kim sat there crocheting. It was restful watching her.

The barman had an American accent. He said he was from North Carolina. "Do you hang blacks there?" I asked, because it's good to open conversations with foreigners in a friendly and uncritical way.

Today we went to Clifton, meandering amongst its C18th terraces softly beaming in the sun, before settling in a public garden with our cider. I was a bit wary of saying that I'd already had one while she was getting ready. "It's OK, I've been on the vodka this morning."

We went to a gallery and she liked this ugly wire sculpture of a bird: blingy, gold-painted. I thought it was shite, but just said "hmmm", and she walked off without buying it. I rang the gallery and bought it for her birthday next month.


Cath took me by surprise last night. She said she'd been to see a house. She'd had a couple of glasses of wine, so I wasn't expecting her to offer to drive me there to have a look at it from the outside, and its down at heel area. "You might prefer it there," she said. "It's a bit more...", and she couldn't find the word. She didn't need to, over my laughing. "Are you implying I'm common, Cath?"

I commented on the young women walking around in bras and shorts, and we wondered together about prudishness and feminism. A thick, unrefreshing wind blew into the car. Lidl, an empty plot with a litter of pallets and half-bricks, a small modern housing estate, tatty student houses.

Why, I wondered to myself, does Cath want to carry me with her? Why doesn't she dismiss me once our tenancy ends? I lay in bed, occupied with the thought that she's willing to hold my hand.

13 comments

Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

You must be better company than you think.
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Fri 31st July 2020 @ 11:29 Reply to this comment
Comment from: [Member]

Yes, Cath obviously goes for the sexually frustrated unemployed alky type.

Fri 31st July 2020 @ 11:58 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

Tsk.
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Fri 31st July 2020 @ 12:04 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

Tsk.
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Fri 31st July 2020 @ 12:04 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

Tsk.
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Fri 31st July 2020 @ 12:05 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

Sorry! My internet has been playing up this morning!
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Fri 31st July 2020 @ 12:07 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

And there was me thinking I was popular. Tsk indeed!

Fri 31st July 2020 @ 20:38 Reply to this comment
Comment from: monkey man [Visitor]

She wants you to hang around long enough to become a grandpa.

Sat 1st August 2020 @ 22:06 Reply to this comment
Comment from: [Member]

Oh God no, I’ve done my time.

Sun 2nd August 2020 @ 15:43 Reply to this comment
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

I believe Cath has a soft spot for those wayward and gentle souls my friend and you must be one of them :)

Nice work on the shite gold wire thingy too, i’d suggest staring at her lovely breasts while presenting it to her but that’s just me…

Sun 2nd August 2020 @ 13:11 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Yeah, her artistic taste is a bit strange, but she’s gorgeous. And a thoroughly good sort too.

Sun 2nd August 2020 @ 15:40 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Some London Lass [Visitor]

Yo Looby! Did you survive the recent heatwave? I’ve escaped to Yorkshire - more chilled (in every sense), despite the local lockdown. Shrug. Anyho, I heard this curious ditty t’other day and it reminded me of you. Stay sane innit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Vl1m5FYlAo&feature=youtu.be

Mon 17th August 2020 @ 08:20 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Good morning lass! I’ve never had breakfast with such a curious multilingual song, with quacking. Thank you.

Yes I’ve been wilting a bit – especially now I have a bit of a slog to get to work. Enjoy Yorkshire – and if its Malham in particular, well, if it was good enough for Bill Bryson…

Mon 17th August 2020 @ 08:34 Reply to this comment


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