As I left the house to go and give a guitar lesson, I saw the homeless smack-head who I had let stay at my house once, he stole my key from the back garden. I then saw (one of the men) who had assaulted me and stolen my keys recently... I began to get angry, and wanted to act on a violent impulse. However, I suddenly realised that thanks to him stealing my key on the beach, the other thief wouldn't be able to gain entry to my house, because the locks had to be changed! Ha ha! Result!
So, anyway, here I am, at the house. Tea is late, it matters not. I have very nearly finished Book 2 (finally!) and have only a dozen or so pages to go before I'm finished.
I must say, what an eldritch syllabus it is, dark, macabre, really quite disgusting. I was initially sickened by this, but have become somewhat anesthetized to looking at dead-bodies in twisted arrangements. It is really very dark. Faust' would have loved this course.
Ho-hum. Tea soon. Then to walk the 'wolves', another lesson, and more errands to run. Ho-hum. Jolly good. I am in a mood which matches the weather, bright, sunny, and full of hope. Maxy Waxy is most definitely, back,
On the Flex,
Maxx
Post-Script: I just discovered that the 'daemon child' I have reluctantly agreed to teach the piano, has been diagnosed as being on the lower end of the autism scale. This explains an awful lot. She has a rapport with animals and serious behavioural problems. 'Storri' is a bright spark, and is either angelic or daemonic towards me. At least she actually wants to learn to play, unlike my other pupil. On the Flex!
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