||[Dec. 28th, 2016|10:17 am]
Our neighbour from the big house arrived on our doorstep last night with a misdelivered parcel from Amazon. She's on a flying visit to her Kentish home, having spent most of the year in Hong Kong- where her husband has a big job in banking or corporate law (of which I'd probably disapprove if I knew the details). She says our concerns about Brexit, the US election and the war in Syria feature as prominently in the Hong Kong media as the doings of the Chinese politburo do in ours. She says she likes returning to Kent because it feels so "cocooned".|
One of my mother's horsey friends sent her a big bunch of flowers, featuring those big fuck-you lilies so beloved of Dante Gabriel Rossetti. They fill the living room with a heavy, funereal scent which is only just this side of pleasant. I'll not be sorry when they droop and die.