It’s a Small World After-All

So one of my blog readers has taken to sleeping with Mr. B. Aint’it weird? So that was how she knew it was me Sunday night (she had just left his place to return him his key, and I had been making my way up). Can you believe that? Two completely unrelated people; My God. I feel like a vortex for idiosyncratic twists of fate. I think he asked her if she’d like to join in the next time round. He