sunday february 6
10:10pm

Phoned Jas. “Jas.”

“Oui.”

“Do you ever get the urge?”

“Pardon?”

“You know, to flow free and wild.”

She was thinking. “Well sometimes when Tom and I are alone in the house together.”

“Yes?”

“We flick each other with flannels.”

“Jas, you keep talking on the telephone and I will send out for help.”

“It’s good fun … what you do is—“

“Jas, Jas, guess what I am doing now.”

“Are you dancing?”

“Yes I am, my strange little pal. But what am I dancing in?”

“A bowl?”

“Jas, don’t’ be silly. Concentrate. Try to get an image of me flowing wild and free.”

“Are you dancing in … you P.E. knickers?”

“Non … I am DANCING IN MY NUDDY-PANTS!!!”

And we both laughed like loons on loon tablets.