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?