my first love whom I’d not seen since 1968 after I had refused his marriage proposal. It didn’t feel right. Now living in New Zealand, he had suddenly appeared in my in-box via my writers’ club and we had been happily emailing, talking and sending photos for five months.
When he suddenly announced that he was coming over to see me, I was delighted. You never forget your first love.I suddenly became aware of someone beside me.
Now I understood why all his photos had been from the neck up. He was huge. Masking my surprise, I said “Welcome. How are you?” An expression of pained affliction crossed his face.
Instead of saying something like “It’s lovely to see you again,” and giving me a hug, he moaned “my stomach’s playing up. I need to evacuate my bowels.” Thoughts of a romantic interlude vanished.What can you say when someone you haven’t seen for over 50 years announces that the first thing he intends to do when he gets to your house is go to the toilet.
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