I, the known quantity?

Here in Barton, I saw the most gorgeous bottom earlier. Quite the thing for waking a young man up as the afternoon seemed to be slipping away.

Have been less-than-productive with some irksome writing over the past week or so, that was further compounded by a late work-start today. The problem with the writing was diagnosed by self as resisting the called-for ‘return to the literature’ – I find it hard to respect a lot of academic work as I recognise much of it as the stuff that is referred to as ‘the bleedin’ obvious’ by many reasonable ‘lay people’. The term ‘lay people’ is horrible, however, I must not digress. Of course, to digress would be to imply that this post was going somewhere. Thus, where shall it go?... Ah yes, there was a point…

I saw Emma and the boy, Alex, again yesterday – from early evening until bed-time – Alex was quite the charming poppet who seemed to be strangely familiar with me. This was partly explained when Emma mentioned that she’d mentioned me several times previously to him – including times prior to she and I ‘getting together’. I found this to be odd, reassuring, spooky, confusing, endearing, and many many more contradictory adjectives. As it was, I simply murmured ‘Ah’ when this was explained. Made me wonder how much other people who are known to Emma have heard of me. Publicly, we remain ‘good friends’ – still, it seems a bit too soon to suddenly roll out 'the new bloke'. However, on the point of who has heard what of Shane Wexford, I was briefly dumbfounded when Emma shared her maternal grandmother’s reaction to the Emma-Ed split. The old lady had simply asked ‘Oh yes, and what’s your friend Shane got to do with this?’ The term ‘what the fuck’ suddenly sprang to mind. Her grandmother’s query was explained as being the result of Emma referring to me quite often in talk of work, and occasional socialising. I read this as an indicator of two things: (i) Emma doesn't do subtlety well, and (ii) there is likely to be no surprise at her family's end when news of us having got together – or news of us ‘getting together’ – breaks.

If you will excuse me, I have carrot cake to eat. Good day.