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Poetry in the Park

  Piet has been asked to 'look into' a poetry group meeting in a park, which includes a student of his. This is a chapter in book DLC41. On arrival in the park, I don’t even have to look for the group. I’m sure that I just have to follow a ray of light to find Huggy modestly covered in her tresses, but I can already see a very well-loved van that may as well have ‘student’ as a number plate (or ‘hippy’). Two other cars screamed ‘penniless student’ & one could have been ‘daddy’s little girl’, or I could be reading too much into it. The car park wasn’t as full as I expected. Track from there to the lake’s edge, avoiding the too-obvious picnic table. Dreadlocks must be the van’s owner. Wispy blue hair is his life-partner. If the van was hers, then it would be pink, & he would be a she. That’s not pigeon-holing (bad expression), but the voice of experience. This is a boy-van. Boy-vans have girls. Girl-vans have girls. I am yet to see any other combination. Damn. There goes ...

Their only child

 While Cindy is away,  Piet goes with Wendy (who he calls Gwen) to visit their son & in his domesticity. This is a chapter from the book DLC35. “Hey Gwen, are we on for this weekend?” “What are you cooking for me?” “We’re going to Julian’s, remember? I don’t suppose you’ve rung them?” “Cheese&crackers! I forgot.” Where on earth is she picking up expressions like that? “OK, I’ll call Megan. She’ll know their calendar & won’t be able to refuse me.” “How come I don’t get that service?” “Have you ever tried it?” “No - Megan’s a sweet girl. I’d never impose … She’s old enough to say ‘no’ if she meant it, isn’t she?” “That’s my assumption. Shall I pick you up?” “OK, it can’t be that far out of your way.” It has literally been a year since I’ve been to Julian’s house. He so often comes to ours - the one that Cindy & I used to own - that it never occurs to me to say I’m visiting him. Wendy must, I’m sure, because the kids would be bored senseless at her place. “Megan, ...