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Back from the Hospital. For the first time in days the Old Man seems like recovering. Last scans showed new bad bits: Jaw; Liver; Places on Spine etc, but the Pneumonia seems beaten. Any opportunistic infection could lay him low. There are some things I wish I'd inherited from him. This wizened old man whose looks belie his voice (which is whispery now) manages to get more pretty nurses and female doctors running after him, desperate to please, than any man I've ever met. With one tenth of his charisma and charm (when he wants to exert such) I'd have made myself a cabinet minister, or perhaps the leader of a esoteric cult, or maybe had a harem of beautiful and intelligent women.
Oh well, solitude and tea, and at least I can think, in a small way, of my own woes.
Thought properly about Glamorous Ex.
One of her things being, that although being v. beautiful indeed, she hates glamour. Can't really be bothered with make-up and the cult of beauty, probably because she's so drop dead gorgeous. One of the many things which I admired her for, though it seems a hard won battle in her case - she was not always thus. Also q. admire her for sense of adventure: she now has a man half her age (there's no competing with that) prepared to worship the ground she walks upon (there's no competing with that, either) whose second language is French, which is what they converse in (no competing with that, either).
Good trade, really.
And I will continue to think of her as Glamorous Ex.
And it must be difficult living with a chap who is fairly obsessive about getting things as right as possible, or at least not wrong.
I wish I had a cat called Joffrey to consider. Jubilate Agno.

Glamorous Ex

Amazing 'phone call from Glamorous Ex who was v.amusing, and in her own way, pretty profound. She's V. easy to get on with & reminds a chap of what 'twas about her. I think she's turning into a v.good sort indeed, and can be a bit more balanced about things. Both her and me, it seems. V easy to be on her side - charm counts for so much in life, and elegance of behaviour, rather than merely of form, is devastating. She may well conquer the dark continent with such artillery, as there are no defenses.
She was and is a good thing. Kudos to her. May all her geese be swans.