Sailing and Flying

God, that last post was so long ago. And Matt is so long ago too. But he was good while he lasted, and I was good to him, so neither of us has anything to complain about. Matt has this thing about boats and he's now somewhere in the Indian Ocean. Sailing to Australia. What a thing to do! He asked me to come with him, but I hate even looking at the pond in St James' Park, all those little fish and things. So he went with Gilda. Gilda and Matt giving it to each other all the way across the Indian Ocean. If only I was braver about ponds and fish and boats. I would give anything to be where Gilda is now, not with Gilda of course but alone with Matt, but not really anything - not having it off on the bottom of a boat with all those fish swimming just under me. On the other hand there is now Rob, and Rob is a pilot. Rob flies me, which I rather like, and I fly Rob.