Today is Wednesday 16 June 2021. The fire has been burning all day. Lit this morning at 6.30am from an ember buried in the ashes from last night even though it had been raining this morning. Penny: “A sign.”
Today: a tip trip. Freida Possum. Flowers keep arriving.
Tonight, ’round the fire bin: Georgia and Ned and Izzy and Mon and MaryAnne and Anna and Nick and Greta and Evelyn and Susan and Bernard and Joseph and Zebedee and Cleo and Justin and Eloise and Tim and Luke and Penny and Florence and Rafael. On the comms: Greg and Dan and Allegra and Tamara and Jarvis and Bruce and Maximilian.
Tim’s mulled wine and Luke’s osso bucco (“hollow bone”) and Eloise’s beef bourgignon and mashed potatoes and Anna’s pumpkin soup and Heather’s sausage rolls.
Last year:
Luke and Justin catch a rat, and spray its tail gold. Why I didn’t draw the rest of that rat I couldn’t tell you.
Then the women come in as the men leave the room, exhausted (Luke stays). MaryAnne sings to Salv the Barbara Streisand tune, “If I could choose again, I would still choose you.”
Salv dies.
Remembering Salv Caleo 