Moonflight

I recall a conversation with my older sister. I was telling her about my plan to open a rescue centre (to be funded by HRH Prince Charles) for abandoned and neglected imaginary friends. I would gather up these forlorn beings, nurture and rehabilitate them, and hopefully, after careful assessment, find new homes for them to keep company with the terminally lonely. She gave me that look, that same look, a mixture of compassion and exasperation, she had first given me when not having quite mastered the art of speech, I mispronounced my own name. “Yucky” She said – Yucky is not my real name, but a family pet name resulting from the aforementioned mispronunciation, “If you go funny when you get old, how will anybody know.”

Reading, walking,teasing. Collect aeroplane sick bags and other ephemera.

"The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there". L. P. Hartley