Wednesday afternoon...here me is, back in the room where the sugar-cane stalk does talk. Look, look, I can see it outside this window, craning long leaves to peep in here, curling at the top to pretend it is really trying to see the earth below. Hmph, imagine being so nosy, you would grow fifteen feet tall just so you can peek into a lady bedroom!
But it is saying nice things to me, singing a wissa-wissa rustle song when the breeze woos by.
(Nice to see you too, sugar-cane, just don't go telling de whole damm world my business, y'hear?)
Ayyye, what a lovely room, sunny but not hot, on the east side of the house, so the afternoon heat from the west never ketch it. If I go to the window and look north, a patch of ocean is waving at me between two houses.
Why I ever left here to go into the living-room to write?
Well, I used to have a desk-top, then along came lap-top Number One, and next, lap-top Number Two and everybody know, when you have a lap-top, you must move.
Awww, what am I saying, it was the lure of the bleddy tee-vee, with the glitzy-glamoury things and cheering an' chattering.
Now, now, all you literary people, when I get faymus, don't go analysing what I mean by this east-west t'ing, I mean it literally...the bedrooms in this house is on the east-side to avoid aftanoon heat. I can't stand that habit some people have, comparing where is better, east or west, like asking if chocolate-tea is better than cocoa-tea...
...mmm...dat is what I need, a cuppa milky cocoa-tea and put a chunk o' dark chocolate in it too...