“Let’s go to Saint Paul for a break, Curd.”
Of course. But then there’s this tempting offer from London. So, we’re off to the River Thames. Sir Alec Guinness comes to dinner and brings a handwritten list of the best shops and restaurants…
“We are intimately joined together by the infinitesimal roots of everyday life”, you say, and “The day is for work, the evening for my wife.”
And so, in front of all of our houses, I put a ‘Philemon and Baucis bench’, an Indian summer bench, such as you want for your old age. Every evening, when we are alone once more, we sit there with a tea-coloured whisky and put the world – or only us – to rights, or are just close together.
“There are furrows in which I let no one see inside” – your Bismarck oath is breached on this bench. And the more I see inside you, the more I admire you, the happier you make me feel. You taught me to give the years more life.
But why did you never tell me how hard that would be without you.