Wednesday, 9 December 2009


Whilst I was very impressed by his illustration prowess and sense of humour and ignoring his cavalier approach to home security and personal hygiene, I have to say that it was when I observed him flying like a daddy-long-legs that I knew I'd found a kindred spirit in Rhys.

Upon examining my feet, a bed-ridden gypsy had once suggested that such an encounter would come to pass. I dismissed it at the time as fanciful gibberish and demanded my money back to which she/he responded by cursing my chin. To this day I am only able to grow stubble on one side, but this, of course, is how we learn our lessons in life, is it not?

Be it serendipity, fate or just pure chance it seems to me that our meeting was meant to be and although he rarely offers me the last piece of chocolate I have few complaints.

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