I meet T. I have not met her in person before, but remember her from
skype. She has come over to the uk to continue her anthropology. She
spends the night in my bed, and in the morning its such a nice
surprise to see her. She kisses me on the lips. I wonder what k will
think. I give her a caress and pull her too me, enjoying the feel of
her body in my arms.
She slept in nearly all her clothes, me nearly all naked, and she is
surprised that I am not cold. She has been cold through most of the
night. I tell her about my unusual body heat- that I'm nearly always
warm, and very tolerant of the cold.
I am not sure where we are waking up, and I tell her this. For some
reason when I met her the night before, I could not remember which way
home, and to which home we had traveled. Now its the morning and I see
we have spent the night at my parents.
I show her my mbira, and play her a little tune.
I want to show her all my books on shamanism. I know she will find
them interesting. I pick out the best 4 or so of them (I notice I have
a load of extra books from richard about chinese mythology and
spirituality - taoist books, which I have not looked at yet and they
look really interesting!) and begin to show her, but she is hungry and
wants to eat breakfast, so we get up and go downstairs. I introduce
her to my parents.
She can speak a few different languages. We go out for a walk to a
shop and we meet S. He is giving a talk outside, he is wearing a
brown leather, and T is wearing very similar clothes. They talk in a
different language than english together. I think it may be spanish.
S talks about bridge. He says he was born in 1923, and I remark
that this was the same year granny was born. He talks about something
happening in 1944 as well.
He has brought along this interesting food. It is something from the
hives. It tastes like nougat. It is delicious, chewy and sweet and
tastes super nourishing. I cram some big bits in my mouth. S
tells us to divide it out amongst ourselves. We do, and everyone gets
to take a big bit home with them.
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