Giez has spent the night smoking in the lounge room. The room smells of cannabis and wood smoke. He says he got the habbit from a voyage to Hindu Cush. Yesterday he stayed under the pine trees planting strawberries where the eucalyptus from the valley comes into the yard and colours the air blue. I go with my daughter for a coffee and pastry at the German patrissery. Giez retires to the trampoline under the pines; he says his mother used to make jam from the tips of the silver pine tree,the jam tree.
The last lodger has left in a morass of screaming abuse. She was the perfect picture of a reformed crim who reverts to form when under stress. Admittedly I invited this part of her personality to emerge. We had an interaction fueled by temezepam and strong German coffee; not good. she left owing me the electricity bill and used the bond as rent.
A fat bird has come to eat the strawberries. Revenge is necessary.
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