I don’t know whether it had anything to do with the published letter or not but Olivia came with the compositor for vegetation waste, lifting the ban on feeding animals, and on Saturday after a visit to the council’s all-in-one presentation in the library I’m getting green boxes for any food waste I can’t recycle via animals as well as a policeman’s looking into the upshot of the assault I haven’t been told about, what sentence Terry got. What I didn’t get was the anticipated Saturday visit from John. That I didn’t didn’t bother me.
Thursday before he’d wanted money although already having a travel pass. I had a £10 note and a 20. Which did he want? Both.
Next day Yvann wanted money. “No.” He hadn’t paid back the £20 he already owed. “I already have a boyfriend who’s a drain on my resources.”
Later Saturday I came across John in Waitrose. “What are you doing here?” I asked. He’d bought toiletries from Sainsbury’s with £10, tucked the 20 into the wallet with the pass and must’ve left it behind because when accosted on the train he didn’t have it. His sister bailed him out with the fare. She and his mother were in town and he’d visited them that morning, and I hadn’t been in the library twenty minutes before. I had. He accompnanied me home but had to be at Clapham Junction by quarter to five and it was already after four. “Go! What a waste of money.”
I didn’t, however, let the viagra go to waste.