A Writer of Sorts
Spiggy made no pretense to stealth last night and just got into bed with me. We chatted a while and made it quite clear that I understood why he slept here, but it made me a little uncomfortable. He sighed , said
“You’ll be fine”, rolled over and went to sleep.
He’s an early riser and again I awoke to breakfast presented to me. He gave me a slightly embarrassed smile and apologised for his behaviour yesterday. I didn’t have to tell him about recklessness, danger and the like. He’d thought it all through. I suspect he spoke about it to Mook after I had gone to bed and Mook told him off, but it was good to hear, anyway.