Witching Hour

Dear Diary,

I just realised whom my secret admirer is: one of Larry's friends. A "yummy mummy", a hippy, a nice woman with ice-blue eyes. She is a delicate flower, as are all (well, most) of the fairer sex. Aye. I recall now. Not some young scrumpet nay, but a middle-aged hippy woman. She's pretty cool actually. Slim. Wears nice bright coloured clothes, lives in a nearby town that I know 'like my pocket' (that's a froggie expression). Anyhow, it finally dawned on me as I lie awake pondering the wenches identity. I am not sure who's more desirable. Sue or her. Sue picks her at the post looks-wise, but that doesn't mean so much. Under the 'bonnet' (the head) I get the feeling that both have had a tough time, mental troubles, but who hasn't? I know Sue can be suicidal sometimes, which doesn't bode so well, but she also has a nice countenance, an agreeable personality (which is a major turn-on for me, I love her way about her) and she's also straight: no smoke nor drugs, and only a drop of drink. (Surely a positive influence, Mummy would approve).

T'other bird on the other hand is the opposite. Not at all geeky but loves getting wrecked. Hmmm. Descisions descisions. It's like that Lovin' Spoonful song "Did you ever have to make up your mind?". What a track. I used to play it with my brother when we were younger. Anyhow, this is all a bit weird. None show any real interest for what seems like eternity then two turn up at once! I'm waiting for the third. Or it might be someone I met tonight on my way home (she had a guitar with her) but she was ... out of reach for one reason or another. I tuned the instrument for her, and played a little ditty. Anyhow. I'm off to recite some more Marlowe. Whispered. As I don't want to wake the neighbours up. G'night.

Maxy Waxy. xx