Strangest Thing Happened Today

I haven't really updated this blog for a while but the strange thing happened today.. Lucinda and I were walking through Kemp Town, it had been raining and we left a pub... I was whinging about getting wet and she did her usual "oh it won't rain" act... and we took off...

And then I noticed something - a little picture on a wall - a little tiny picture of two figures in red and blue standing next to each other and they were standing beside a hole - a hole in the wall - the figures looked like stencils - square shouldered and pictographic stencils - just a little bit of street art.

So I crouched down to look at them and she was giving me all this what are you doing business but for once I had the urge to look in the hole... it was very powerful.... I wanted to put my hand in the hole... reach in and like... find out what was in there... like it was inviting.

Anyway the hand goes in and Lucinda is complaning and I feel something plastic, like a cylinder, a round plastic cylinder about two inches long...

And I pull out this little fella -just in there waiting for me... how d'ya like that...


Lucinda though just arched any eyebrow when I pulled this here dougal out and just asked if we could go home... no surprise... no curiosity... just "aha... can we go home now..."

A visit from Barney...

... Lucinda left for work and he came over. I'm not sure why he came to see me, he was just there. Filling my space. Space I was going to use for myself for my life - but he filled in - and didn't speak - well he did actually.

He spoke a lot.

About himself, on and on and on, about himself, and his plans and his schemes and every little pie he'd ever had his fingers stuck... onwards and onwards a drone... he told me how I should run my business, how I should run my life, what I should do with my life, how he ran his gardening business, how he ran his gardening business so much better than I ever did (why of course he did).

It just didn't stop...

We went out... we found a beach where there was still some wood left over from the cargo ship that lost its cargo earlier in the year and he persuaded me to go and get my van and fill it with this rotting sodden pine - that stank - that's me beside it, in the red trousers. He took this photo and when we got home put it onto my computer - but then left me with the wood - in my van.

I'll pick it up next week he says.

Pick it up next week - I don't believe but I let him get away with it.

Why?