My Diary: The Tone Deaf Musician In My Heart

Gerald's Rather Strange Diary

I woke as an arrow hit the timber of the door,‭ ‬looking up to see Henry V as a cloud,‭ ‬next to one that looked like an old fashioned telephone and another an antique chair with human legs but nothing above the waist‭ (‬I did wonder about this‭) ‬-‭ ‬none of the clouds rained although a hand answered the phone only to find that it was a wrong number.‭ ‬After a lagan breakfast‭ ‬-‭ ‬eaten with driftwood spoons‭ ‬-‭ ‬June and I went to town with our heads in our pockets and our hands shaking the air.‭ ‬Immediately above the trees shook in sympathy and I thought I could hear a cash register‭; ‬I could still hear ringing when we sat down for a quick meal:‭ ‬I touched my bell head and tried to identify the note‭; ‬June thought it was C sharp but I thought it was blunter than…

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