A quick note that I’m typing hurriedly in the corridor of a
train, having excused myself to go to the loo.
I had a call from Alison!
Yes, Alison, my Australian girlfriend who disappeared from
my life (and everybody else’s) at the start of the year. I hadn’t thought of
her in days, but my phone went off yesterday evening from a with-held number. At first I couldn’t hear
her, it was just static. I was just about to hang up thinking it was a dreadful
line, when I heard her voice in the background. It only lasted a few seconds,
but she said: “Have a great time in Wales! I’m sure you’ll find what you need!”
Has she read this blog, is that how she knows? But then how
can she have found me in Budapest? That wasn’t on this blog beforehand. And of
course the biggest question, why does she reach out so obliquely?
I haven’t told Julie about this, I haven’t told Dexter
Phillips about Julie either – and yet I can’t help thinking this has something
to do with our dreams.
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