Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... ALL Quiet on the Facebook Front!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... All Quiet on the Facebook Front.


dedicato. Carol M. Aniello.


OK. Midnight laundry, Old Tregolls House. Its a Victorian-Molto-Gothic converted Girls School. I have private rooms in the back with a small garden. The Laundry thingy is a shared facility. I use it when other-apartment-folks are Sacked out. Maybe this is too much information. Anyhow, my Laundry. DO IT whilst the World is asleep...and there-s a Maitre-Maid...she lives to the left of me... who-ll gently CUSS me in the morning. She wants to pick up some Change-DO my Washing and -in passing, ruminate about BREXIT. And the WannaBe-Beladonna-COUGAR, I-m leaving Names out of this..., brunette, always robed in bath towel, swirl towel Punjarbi head-deal...she lives above me... who feels God Damn left out of my Hemisphere with UNsolicited interest about, in Life,  just Where I am going. WHERE am I going...the Co-op Market, Yo!  She repetitively caresses my door knocker for a Cigarette lighter or a spare Incense Stick. Alas, SWEET THANG I always suggest we rendevous at the Old Grammar School -my fave Pub in Truro-Cornwall, down town. Spend some Bucks! She never shows. I think she-s on some kind of Government Disability. And like the rattle in the wainscot of a mouse that cant OUT, I-m hoping some New debonair tennant might arrive to absorb her interest. Keep on scatching.
YO! All quiet on the Facebook Front. Lucy messaged me 3, Holga, Germany. Irene in France. Louise, reminding me of her Nano-related Travels through Thailand. Beaches are Peachy ... Klaus buzzed from Berlin-did I want to part with my Gibson guitar and happily, Isabel...Looking forward to seeing you in Toulouse!


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