I worked in an office 9, 10 or 11 hours a day for years and no one came to rescue me, ever! I sit in my comfortable writing den, putting together weird world with exotic inhabitants..... and people keep trying to rescue me. I must go to 'hotandsticky theme park,' or 'olddustyplay,' at the Young Vic. Neighbours feel it's their duty to save me from my interesting life and inflict their odious children on me...... aarrrggh :-)
Women who had given me up as ‘far too irritating,’ now tell me I simply must get out more, have I tried the Latvian Offal Cake at San Lorenzo? Like most people I have a few people I enjoy fussing over me, it gives me a warm glow. But when everyone and their aunt Bertha does it, it gets a bit much.
I don’t need rescuing! I’m a writer and I will sit in my writing den and write, the clue really is in the name of what I am. I don’t need a day at the zoo, or Latvian Offal Cake. I live mostly in my head and if you want to see what an amazing place that is……read my books, come to Mendera!