mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

Have had pleasant dreams lately, one in which we (for dream definitions of 'we') moved into a large house with ever-expanding rooms and ever-expanding definitions of 'us'. No real people I can name, but a motley family of familiar friends anyway.

Last night, more specifically, I was foot-loosing it about Europe. incandescens said I could stay at her parents' place since they were away in Majorca or somewhere. House was England-of-a-certain-era: pale brown wood and buff walls, surrounded by willows and poplars and greenery, skies were always grey, and everything was close to, if not indeed part of, a market of enclosed stalls on either side of narrow lanes. On the second day her parents came home unexpectedly to find me living in their house. Were quite civil about it, served me tea, and thereafter ignored me completely. 'Ah,' I thought, 'this is English good manners.' (Possibly they'd cottoned to the fact I was not quite respectable, because I went about the market stalls stealthily removing sweets from the candy- or possibly manju- boxes for sale.)
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