It's nearly four years since we started 'going out', dating, courting. So many people ask the question 'why don't you live together?'. The answer - he was living with his father as carer. His father house was rented, so Jimmy is now homeless. Well, not exactly...
He arrived on Sunday morning laden down with all sort sof stuff, notably plants dug up to be replanted, cookery books, and bottles and bottles of booze. And a little desktop tidy, containing, amongst other things, corners of envelopes with stamps and postmarks of 1939 and 1940, addressed to WRB Jones Esquire 44 New Dock Road Llanelli.
I have now acquired garden furniture, and the clothes will be coming soon - I have to do some serious wardrobe blitzing. Soon the man himself will move in. At which point I will surrender and agree to a TV in the bedroom. I will also get some decent headphones, not those silly in-ear ones that come with Walkmans. He wants to erect a shed at the bottom of the garden for garden and DIY tools etc, turning the lean-to back to a utility room, with additional shelves for bottles and bottles of booze.
It's going to be strange.
