Happy Birthday Mum. Hope the card, flowers, and the Rolls Royce arrived.
This morning Agnus, the round cuddly women with black curly hair serves me breakfast and keeps fussing about the riad, I like her smile and her concern over me. I am sure somewhere else in this world she is a mother with many children from her womb.
It’s has become a bad news day which has caused me to stumble as my plans are blown to what? What to be done?
Tonight, the local minaret is a harsh croak and stings my ears – yes provoking memories of Iran where the chants are graceful with the echoes of mountains drew.
So, I sit deliberating on what is to be done, drinking beer and playing backgammon as the sun sets with a hard faced traveler who has seen most things openly wondering the face of the earth with a lazy pleasure.