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Saturday, 26 February 2011

Invisible communication

So, I am in full cycling gear which means that nobody recognises me behind glasses, under helmet, and wrapped up in lycra. And, I am stopping off at the outdoor terrace cafe, and the invisible wife is in her usual seat where she can pick up wi fi on her laptop. She has been in this seat every morning for six months now, for hours and hours. I don't pass by this way often but my spies do. This is the first time I have seen her out and about in town.
She no longer sleeps next door and arrives back early morning, and this I know because one of the spies is having his first smoke of the day on the porch at this time.
She must be getting a bit bored? Where's Henry?

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