Martin Jordan
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George is spellbound by the music
I’m fascinated by a big china plate with pictures of South America on it. Tanis would love that plate and I want to buy it for her. Trouble is, I don’t know how much it costs. And there’s no-one to ask. And I haven’t any money. And the animals won’t get off it. It’s too complicated and tiring so I give up the idea. Tanis is my wife and I would have expected her to be here with me but she’s not. Perhaps she’s back in the hotel. But which hotel?
A big china plate
I’m feeling very absent-minded today. George interrupts my thoughts. ‘Beautiful birds, magpies,’ he observes.
‘True, but not everyone likes them.’
‘One for sorrow, two for tomorrow,’ says George knowingly, wagging a finger at me.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘It means that if there were only one magpie left because the others had died or been killed by sailors or cats ...’ He pauses studying me, ‘then there would be no tomorrow and we’d all be sorry.’
Shadows of poultry becoming tactile
