‘I don’t want to be viewed as I am, but as I think is more
attractive and/or acceptable, even though my habit is transparent and might
encourage the suspicion that I am given to pretension.’
But of course, I might be jumping to unwarranted conclusions
here. It might be that his pate has some embarrassing condition or marks of
injury which he wishes, not unreasonably, to hide. And it’s none of my business
anyway.
While I was there I encountered five people I knew – six if
you count my landlord. I’m disinclined to count him because he’s the local
bigwig, and comes from a substantial line of bigwigs who have owned, and
continue to own, a sizeable proportion of the property in the Shire. Though I
hold no major grudge against him, I still can’t help feeling a sense that he
and I live in parallel universes, the only connection between the two being
practical and pecuniary. Of the five people I do count, three attract enough of
my interest to encourage a desire to communicate. Two left early and the third
was busy, so that was that. The day was saved, however, by the two dogs which
were tethered outside, both of which were most happy to have my undivided attention
while their human was absent indoors.
I didn’t win a prize in the raffle – not even the voucher to
be spent at one of the town butchers, which I assumed I was most likely to win
since I’m vegetarian.
Life moved back to its accustomed gear at 4.15.
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