How are you, Jimmy, my boy? Fine, I hope, and much better than your other half, I trust. You will not be surprised to learn that I gave Audrey’s wedding a miss. Just before I left London, I had thought at length about whether or not I should go. I turned it over and over in my mind right up until the time I arrived here at the “Y”, and I finally decided not to attend on the day I went to see Constance, and Pat did not seem to know me. Or even worst, she did not want to know me.
Yo Jimmy! I am so lonely here. But how are you, Sweetheart? How are the birds around the hall? Hope you are keeping well out of their way. I hear you are now wearing a ponytail and that could be quite dangerous if they decide to leave their calling cards. Remember, I am not there to help you to sort out the sordid details. You know how confused you can get because you lost your glass eye. It is £500 to have it replaced, I’m told. I can’t say I blame you for being scared to visit the opticians. I heard about a chap who went in for an eye test and came out quite sightless. One cannot be too careful these days, can one?
Sunday worship was very interesting. One of the new trendy churches. No Blacks, but quite a few Asians—of the Chinese variety. Lovely woman, I can’t remember her name, but her husband’s name is Luciano. How could I possibly forget that? His namesake is one of my favourite singers! Anyway, they were especially kind to me and gave me a lift home. I would have prefered to walk, but they do not seem to cater for pedestrians in this area, and it could be a bit dangerous walking on the road, especially for someone of my hue. So I was grateful to them for the ride.