Lines, Moments & Compliments
There’s a new gay couple here in Sotogrande. They own a parrot that is now missing. I have nothing to do with the disappearance of said parrot in case you’re wondering. I’d heard rumours about them. Apparently, when news spread they’re gay they got a number of invitations, including one from someone with whom I no longer socialize. Also apparently, she was horrified. “They didn’t notice my dress was Chanel. They didn’t mention anything in my art collection. Their clothes were awful. They’re nothing like Edouard!!! They’re probably not even really gay.”
I’m not going to lie. I love the idea that they didn’t fit into the local gay stereotype- which is me.
Today Vickie Lester said my grey hair suited me- which is lovely, since she’s right and it fixes things since yesterday someone actually touched my hair and said: “Your hair is SOOOOOOOOOO GREY”. I was slightly annoyed, so I said “But my house is worth about three times what your house is worth”. It came out automatically, like when you put a coin in a slot machine. She got the grand prize.
I worked in the garden today despite the bursts of rain. The anemones de Caen are coming out in force. I’m pleased. The other day I was gardening wearing old boots, old jeans and an old tight t-shirt. As I approached the house with my dirty hands, Mike stared and said “wow, you look just as good as you did when we met all those years ago”(somewhere between 10 and 13 years, details don’t matter)- very clever, he knew that if he said I looked better he would have faced an inquisition as to ‘why better?’,'what was worse about me then?’.
We decided to get rid of the pampas grass in the front half-courtyard. We’re going to substitute them with two 4 metre tall palm trees. Like a mini palmeraie. Now with new gays around I have to make sure they have no chance whatsoever of encroaching on my territory. Say goodbye to the pampas grass: