Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Away for 36 hours, so forgive lack of blog. I have to leave my Pigeon, which is almost killing me. I scold myself for lack of proportion. There are, literally, metaphorically, figuratively, worse things happening in Chad. I have become one of those women who never leave their dogs. (Men must do it too, but they keep quieter about it. Or something.) When I was young and ruthless I laughed at those dog people. Now I look into The Pigeon's eyes, which are now limpidly gazing back into mine, with a slight question mark, and wonder if I should just CANCEL EVERYTHING.
Admit, if you had to part from this face, you might think twice:
Some foolish man said yesterday she looked old. Old, schmold. (It's still making me cross, even thinking about it.)
Running for the train now.