Saturday night I went to Swansea to see a band.
2 hours sleep,each night for the 4 nights before ( i just couldn’t sleep ) meant I was just tired, but I always think that I shouldn’t just give up and not go, as that would be all too easy.
Thr Killers were 9/10 – fair play to them. Real crowd pleasing band. Nobody in Swansea seemed sober, which is how the Welsh are in Stadiums !
My new Carer is definitely really’ unusual ‘. He is Hungarian, and there’s something of the Vampire about him. You can definitely imagine him sleeping in a coffin at night. Occasionally he says something ‘ oblique’ Before going to Swansea he da ‘ Do you think we’ll see Wales in Wales?’
I said that my date and I didn’t really have time to look around, but that he’d have a few hours to look around, yes.
Without changing expressions, he said (and read this in a foreign, stilted voice ) ‘ I was making a joke ‘ .
I said ‘ oh as in the creatures that live in the sea, the mammals called whales…?’
He said in a foreign and solemn accent, and not smiling at all ‘ Yes’.
I said ‘ right, got you…’
Still no smile though.
Tbh, it’s not really working out this time that a man is preferable to a woman He’s like Igor, Frankenstein’s helper, only more solemn . Like one of those kids at school who was so serious that you just assumed that they must be ever so clever, but actually they weren’t at all!
Hi to Claire x