I keep looking at this photograph wondering how she is doing what she is doing. I mean, look at the muscles in her arms. They’re not any bigger than those in mine and yet, I question whether I would be able to do that.
Have a look and join me afterwards if you’re still feeling like it.
We were arguing and so, not wanting to spend a day of my holiday feeling like I did, I exited the room. I wanted to take her with me. I did! But I knew that she wouldn’t go. Not feeling like she did. Not distrusting me like she did. And so I packed my bag and went.
It was a long walk to the place where I wanted to go but I didn’t take the bus. I just walked. It was a self-punishment, I guess. The sea was lovely. The sky was lovely. The people got out of my way when they saw my face and, by and large, time moved on quicker than I thought it would.
I left the road and shore and started to climb up a narrow, dusty, rocky trail that led towards the burning light in the sky. It got hotter. Not, I suppose, because I was getting closer to the sun, but because I was generating heat myself. I don’t sweat much so there was none of that ‘t-shirt sticking to my back and perspiration running down my face’ shtick, but I knew about it all the same.
Luckily, I’d put protection on my skin. Not, as you might be thinking, a giant condom, but something stinky from a bottle. It’d probably gone off, but it did its job. My skin was grateful.
I walked and walked and met no one. I heard whistling at one point, but it was from someone on another path. Nothing interesting happened as I walked.
I stopped to eat sandwiches behind a shady ridge away from the path. Bees buzzed but bothered the flowers instead of me. Cheese sandwiches and crisps. Can’t go wrong.
I walked some more.
Lots of abandoned buildings. A whole village of apartments spread across the hilltop. No one living there apart from a couple, one of each, sitting on rocks, drinking. I peeked at them from around a gutted building. I was afraid that they would see me, but they didn’t. They carried on drinking and getting browner and I carried on walking and getting older. And younger.
An abandoned hotel. Locked up securely. The compound was desolate: empty swimming pool, crumbling outhouses, faded but functional toilets (I can vouch for that) and overgrown shrubbery. I looked at everything but touched nothing. Just moving on and finally, on the other side, climbing over the wall to exit the property. I watched the security arrive from my vantage across the road. They began to unlock the gate so that they could get inside and look for me. I could have spoken to them; could have told them to save their sweat, but I didn’t speak any Maltese. I calculated that nothing good would have come of it if I had. I walked on. And on.
It’s cold here. I turned the thermostat down to 20 degrees when she took her tropical self off to sunnier climes. It’s also dark. I can touch-type (kinda) so there’s no need to put the light on. So I’m sat here in the dark telling myself not to shiver and you why I’m … the way I am. On my own.
And I still don’t know how she’s balancing so well.
I couldn’t do it. I don’t think so.
Could you?
Beautifully written Robert, your words drew me in from the start and I followed you along with images in my head. No I couldn’t, maybe if I practiced. Lots.
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Hey! How you doing, mate? 😊
Spookily enough, I’m watching TV from your end of the world. Series called Deadloch – you heard of it? I was looking for comedy not made in America and happened across this. That is some funny sh*t there! Of course I know the series is not representative of the whole place down there. Is it? 😅
But yeah, thanks for the sweet comment – very decent of you. Lots.
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Well, if we’re talking about balancing acts, I once tried to balance a stack of pancakes on my nose. Let’s just say it ended with syrup in places syrup should never be. As for that photo, maybe she’s got a secret deal with gravity or a Jedi mind trick up her sleeve. Either way, impressive stuff! 🤷♂️👀
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Haha – pancake party! Now that would be a video short I’d like to see! 😄
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Absolutely! Who wouldn’t want to watch a riveting tale of flipping, stacking, and syrup dripping? Count me in for the pancake party premiere! Oops! Count me out, upon second thought. I forgot it’ll be me in there. Huh! 🥞🎥
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Haha – look out for the release of a new blockbuster movie: When Sally Mer Pancakes! Coming soon to a cinema net you! 🤪🥳😄
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Haha, “When Sally Mer Pancakes” sounds like a recipe for success! 🥞🎬 Can’t wait to grab my popcorn and see it flipping into theaters, if the cast does not include me of course! 🍿😄
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You know I meant “When Sally Met Pancakes”, right? 😄
Why should the cast not include you? I mean, I’ve already had a word with Jodie Comer to play your part, (and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson to play the pancakes) but I’m curious all the same. 🙂
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Well, if Jodie Comer’s playing my part, I’ll be first in line for tickets! Just promise me they’ll get my good side. 😄🎬 Now, to the more serious side…
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“More serious”? Whatever do you mean, Sally!
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Oh, you know, just trying to add a sprinkle of gravitas to our banter! But who needs seriousness when we have a surplus of silliness? 😄
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Oh. I see. Like bipolar. Okay. I approve. 🙂
(yes, this is a test)
Kindness – Robert.
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“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
– Jane Austen — Your pen has left its mark on this blustery March day. Well Done!
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A literate farmer’s wife with a penchant for blogging. Can’t go wrong! Tell me more! 🎈
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New on the blogging front … more at ease in front of canvas 🙂
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Oh, that’s interesting. Have you showcased any of your pieces on your blog? 🙂
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mainly the lighter work … ie the graphics and licensed designs; my larger works and commissioned pieces are getting digitized …
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Creating a new site all this month … so far, so good … visit any time, Robert!
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I did have a good look around but couldn’t spot anything with the title ‘My Paintings’. 🙂
Any chance of a guided tour?
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most art is going up here … slowly … paint2pixels.com … hopefully the canvas work will be loaded soon.
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I’ll keep checking then. 🙂
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