Friday, June 23, 2017

the end of the affair

so...

later that night, i had a bunny-to-croc conversation with cedric in which i asked what his true intentions were with regard to hippolyta and pointed out that whilst he might have bigger teeth than me (and he does! lots of them) not to mention strutting around in a silly top hat and waistcoat as if he were in the royal enclosure at ascot, it didn't cut any ice with me and that he needed to understand that i wasn't prepared to stand by and see him break hippolyta's heart.


i think i must have got my point across as, that night, cedric upped-anchor and slunk off into the aegean.

according to buttons hippo (who took the photo below) hippolyta spent the next day siting on her balcony gazing, he says, at the spot where cedric's yacht had been moored – or, maybe, just hoping that the shiny, newly arrived, motor launch might indicate the imminent appearance of an international talent scout on the look out for someone to star in a forthcoming vegas spectacular...


i spent the day with brother bruno exploring the early christian baths and listening to extracts from his exegesis on first century religious ablution practices with special reference to the spiritual significance manifested by archeological finds in the islands of dodecanese. 

for something that was basically about washing, it was pretty dry stuff...


happily, today, everything seems to be back on an even keel (to use a nautical turn of phrase) and hippolyta and i had an energetic game of hide-and-seek up in the mountains...


before settling down to a little sun bathing.


as for cedric: crocodile schomocodile, i say!

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