Struggling for Character,
Good Eve.
I would like to begin with an apology. It has been far too long since my last update, you see, its this terrible pain I have in my brain that has caused this lack of motivation. Suffice to say I think I may have cracked it. Wine seems to help.
I am in Ireland. It’s a most divine country. People are nice, lovely to be precise.
I receive my news and information via carrier pigeon. I have named him Princess. He has Grey wings and a beak. He is most delightful. Although he doesn’t seem to like being stroked. He arrives at my door most days, wearing a uniform of vivid colour and, here’s the kicker, driving a postal van. He insists his name is not Princess, rather, Paul. I don’t believe him. I thought it strange that a pigeon could converse in human tongue to begin with, but i soon came round to the idea.
I do hope he shows tomorrow. Perhaps I shall go to the shops and buy him some feed. I’m fairly sure he’d like that. Positive in fact.
Well this seems to have gone on longer than expected.
I shall return to bed where my emptiness awaits me with open arms.
Stay lovely.
JCB. x
