Thursday, 30 June 2011

Day eleven


Egbert from St Lucia comes to sit for me again, my spare plastic chair being the main attraction. This time I'm ready for him so I scrawl his head frantically just before it slumps forward in sleep. 

Someone wanders over and peers under Egbert's hat. 'You can't get the models these days,' he says.
'He's my favourite,' I say, and he is, because he allows more time than a restive wide-awake one.

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