Hello My Lovely!

Eager to see me off you dash to the window dressed in nothing to blow me a kiss the sweeping gesture of which knocks a pot of pansies off which would have knocked my head of if I hadn’t stopped to tie the lace of my right shoe. The beautiful glazed Cretan ceramic pot (of that long hot summer holiday never to be forgot) exploding before my very eyes as a frightened pansy tries to abandon ship and leaps on to the tip of my right shoe its roots embedded in my fingertips. Now, I’m not so sure whether when you said you wanted to see me off that you wanted to see me off... And that watching Double Indemnity late into the night in flickering black and white that you maybe had a secret lover and the insurance would come in handy and what looked like an accident was really a plan and only your weeping nakedness clasped about my person in the middle of the bustle of the street and the milkman’s whistle comforted me reassured me. And I carried you like the end of a movie back up the steep stairs as if you were a naked bride being carried surreally across the threshold back into the dream. And where was that swelling orchestra coming from? Frankly my dear…I didn’t give a damn! I did what any guy would do in my position and with a dame like you I reached for the phone and called in sick.