I thought it odd that even with the weather being so bad, depressing and wet you still reached out to hold my hand.
Odd because until today you were not the most demonstrative of people. Even when we were alone you always sit at your end of the lounge and watched in isolation.
But you have always had odd ways about you. I read your blog and you post odd things, like the pebbles you find in the garden, the snails that you find traveling from one side of the yard to another…..but even when asked you look at me as if I am the odd one. You’ll say you write fairy tales, imaginative tales of little people living in your garden and you have the audacity to challenge me about what I write about.
She does have a point about that, I create tales which some think border on the real about the fairies in the garden.
But as I would say to her I don’t post naked body parts of myself on my blog.
They are artistic she will say, I’m making a statement about the conservative mentality of the populace in relation to nudity and anyway I never show anything rude or anything that might give me away to anyone other than you.
Even after a long discussion and exchange of ideas about our own oddities we always remain friends as it’s a banter we have, like an odd game in which we know the outcome well before we get close to any conclusion.
We are an odd couple even if we love each other with an unbridled passion.