I got a Valentine’s Day greeting from the lovely Andrea
today. It must be...oooh...
‘Twenty years?’
Yes, yes, twenty years since I had a Valentine’s Day
greeting.
(Who’s forgotten the Mad Gerald sketch, then?)
Thank you, Andrea, I’ll be writing later. I still have the
doppelganger story to tell you. Or was it my astral form that paced the room at
dead of night in the old shooting lodge perched high above the Swale
Valley?
Talking of the dead of night, I heard two owls instead of
the usual one last night. Their calls sounded more shrieky and urgent than
usual, so I assume they were arguing about something. We are getting close to
the mating season after all. Maybe one of the owls had forgotten to send the
other a card.
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