tomorrow is a day for digging

To be added to the list of names that are not the name of the ghost girl:

Eurydice
Juliet
Tomoe
Kei
Maggie
Evelyn

Last night while the ghost girl and i hung out, i talked about my life before i went travelling, because it feels like a really long time since i have told anyone where i grew up and who my parents were and what sort of things happened to me while i was in school. I think maybe there is a part of me that is always looking for something in my past that will explain why it is i have turned out the way i have, but at the same time another part of me pushes me forward onto new things that will change the way i see the world around me.

It can get a little confusing to be the vehicle in which these two parts of me search, but at the same time it is fun and as long as i get a muffin and maybe some ice cream along the way then i can't say i am too bothered really.

I laid down and stared at the ceiling and i talked and talked until i must have fallen asleep because all of a sudden it was morning again and i was all alone in a dusty little cottage with a charm all of it's own.

I went for a walk today, and after a while i found this great big field and the wind blew the grass around and from where i stood it just looked so fantastic with the sun shining and the field stretching on for as long as it wanted. I walked out into the middle of the field and let myself fall on my back in the grass and stared up at the sky, thinking about how nice it would be to fly around wherever i wanted. Then i had this funny feeling well up in me and i suddenly realised there was something i had to do, so i went over to the shops.

Andy was there, as always, and i asked him if he had a shovel and he said 'what for?' and i said 'for digging,' and he said 'you got a body on your hands?' and i said, 'no, nothing like that. I just want to dig,' and he said 'well i don't know m'self from experience or nothin' but i have read that there are better ways to dispose of bodies than digging them holes,' and i said, 'well when i do need to dispose of a body i will let you know but at the moment i just want to dig a hole,' and he said 'for a swimming pool?' and i said, 'yeah, maybe, probably. Will you lend me a shovel if i dig you a swimming pool?' and Andy said 'Heck yes!' and ran off and came back with a shovel and said, 'you let me know if you need anything else young mister and i'll do what i can to help. Hoo boy i ain't seen a swimming pool since god knows when! I remember sitting around with Jennifer and Tracy sunbaking and then soaking in the pool and then throwing ice at them and making them laugh and oh my friend, the good times we had! Such good times...' and then he left muttering to himself and i left to start digging my holes.

Actually though i only had the chance to dig one because it started raining and even then the hole i dug was pretty poor. I ran back to the cottage and had a nap for a while and now i'm up again and i think i'll do some reading or maybe grab the guitar from the boot of the car and strum out a few chords.

I think that's exactly what i'll do actually!

Blake out.