Nov 24th – Misty watercolour memories, of the way we were.

“I’ll tell you what.” I tell Friend, “If we ever get the Keynesians ever get back into power as we wish, they need only grant each new born child a mentor and they’d have the problem cracked. They wouldn’t have to be clever, just dedicated.”

16 May – Sad, deserted shore, all your fickle friends are leaving.

Even if you went to Manty’s on your own you were subject to that same endless nothingness, while you just smiled at each other. She came from a different time when everyone was old fashioned no matter how old they were.