texting

Albert had a recent exchange of text messages with Kev, planning a meeting. There was some kind of misunderstanding and they never actually met up.

Doc Bob has been no help in diagnosing what went wrong, but maybe you could explain? And who is more insane, Mr White or Mr Green?







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mothers

I was packing just before the plane to visit the mother outlaw, when the phone call came to say Albert's old dear died in the night. The cellmate said "you need to talk about how you feel". I said I'm packing, I don't need to talk. Then, cutting my toenails, I filed the big toe right down to the ingrown bit. Something I've carefully avoided doing for years. Limping for Lent now, my own fault of course.

I've seen the mother outlaw five days in a row, she's being pretty brave but she's losing her rag a bit, as you would after 9 weeks in hospital without a single meal. I tell her about the outside world, but at the same time I feel guilty talking about what her daughter cooked for dinner last night.

I left the hospital with the umbrella up against the rain. Skidding on the grid at the kerb, I performed a perfect bana-skin pratfall. Feet up in the air, I shoulder charged the pavement. Unselfishly, the umbrella broke my fall, becoming mangled in the process. People came to my aid, but I was laughing, and wishing someone had filmed it.

sisters, sisters

I'm staying at the sister's place in NZ. The cellmate is still in NSC with the dog.

I dreamt last night I was camping with a lot of people, and Mary Hopkin's gorgeous sister was there for some reason, in the sleeping bag next to me.

She excused herself to go and shoot up heroin. When she came back she was feeling the rush, and took my hand. Telling myself I was only being friendly, I held her. The cellmate noticed, and trusted me, but my brother tried to stop me.

The sister disappeared again. Telling myself I was just checking she was alright, I followed her. Would you believe it, the heroin made her uncontrollable randy.

Just to keep her happy, I went along with things. I reasoned that I wasn't betraying the cellmate, so long as technically intercourse didn't actually occur.

Well I discovered that you can do quite a lot while still pleading the Clinton amendment. Graphic as it was, I was aware that she was getting much more out of it than I was. I even realised that all I was doing was following up too late on a missed opportunity from decades ago.

Later, she threatened to tell everyone unless I gave her the taxi fare home. To save money i offered to drive her home. I don't know what happened after that.

I must ask Doc Bob for an interpretation.