I’ll be leaving town for a few days for some much needed time in the country. It’s important that I occasionally go to the country so that I remember why I need the town.
I have some outdoorsy type things planned. Some golf and some other crap. I’ll try to look at some birds and figure out what they’re doing. I’ll also eat lunch somewhere. Mainly though, I’ll be seeing my parents.
It’s long overdue.
I haven’t seen Father since Christmas. Since that time he managed to come down with Dengue Fever. Then it turned out not to be Dengue Fever. They still don’t know what it was. I understand that it was quite bad. Perhaps if he spent less time staggering through the jungle or Wandsworth and more time sitting beside the fireplace with a good book he’d . . . Ah fuck it. He wouldn’t be my Dad.
I did see Mother a couple of months ago. She brought me a wok and I broke it within five seconds. This was a new record for me. She always brings me something strange and I always break it. I think she does it just to keep me from breaking other things.
So, anyway, I’m going to spend a couple of days with the people who know me the best. God help us all.
