On Wednesday, my friend and his wife are due to arrive here. I am all panicky. More because I neglected my own place a little too much lately, with no time what so ever to spare untill the appointed time of arrival. Staying with my man of choice mostly and three more than full days of work to cover my backside for the week I dared to take off for this special occasion, I’m kind of cought between a rock and a hard place. I am sure, it won’t matter at all, whether my place is tidy or not. Apart from yours truly, no one will give a fuck. It is just one of those hang ups with me. The household facist shimmering through. Boy, I wish I could rid myself of that. In mind, i mean. In practice, I manage quite well. However I will be able to take care of the preparational side of this, I am very much looking forward to next week. To be spent with someone whose company I always enjoy and the extra treat of meeting someone new in the person of his wife. Plus the interesting experience to maybe even mingle my new life and love with the one of old. Solely self picked, this time, with now advice given. I shall see…
Waiting on a friend, The Rolling Stones
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