My Dear Covert Sir,
I mentioned in an earlier letter about crazy Maisy’s son (Reon). He was your on-and-off again housemate, but if memory serves he was hardly ever there. I was made to understand that he also avoided his mother like the plague. Reon was the first of your friends I met. You were hosting a dinner party, and you had invited a few of your friends to the dinner to meet me. They say first impressions are everything. He left me with a great one.
On the left side of your house was a drive that led to the garage. To the right was this crazy forest of plants and bushes that I wouldn’t have attempted to plod through even if you paid me. Your Australian insects were enough to keep me from any overgrown foliage.
I was in the backyard and I heard this whacking sound coming from the jungle side of the house. I poised to run inside in case some freaky monstrous rodent appeared and challenged me to a duel. After a few breath-holding moments a man appeared. He was out of breath and red in the face. He glanced up and saw me. “Hi there I’m Reon,” he said.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to come down the other side of the house?” I asked.
“I’m just trying to avoid my mother,” he replied grinning. I started to laugh. I was beginning to get the big picture of crazy Maisy now.
And our saga continues.
Sir, I love you forever.
My Adventurous Darling
Yes Reon and I were housemates of a sort. I mean technically we shared the same house. Some years before you met him and I got him a job where I worked, he met a woman, and they fell in love. The rest, as they say, is history. So while Reon maintained a room, it was very rare indeed for him to grace me with his presence.
I don’t remember the right side of the property being quite as foliage enhanced as you state, but the left with its paved pathways and ease of access was the obvious route to take if you were heading to the backyard. For some reason Reon always liked to enter through the back door. The one massive draw back in doing this was that you may seen by, and even have to confront the “Maisy Beast.” The fact that she struck terror into the heart of her own son tells you what a handful she could be.
He was and still is a delightful man. Not long after you left Reon purchased a home in Tasmania and with the love of his life set up a life for himself in the apple isle. He is now mayor of the township he lives in. We never lost contact, but we hadn’t seen one another for close to twelve years. In 2012, when I spent fourteen weeks trekking around the country, I had the good fortune to catch up with him and his partner. Even now we are working together on a project of his.
You Will Always Be My Darling
From Sir With Love
©2014 Darling and Sir
Ever so sweet! 🙂
Hey There Grace
Darling and I were just speaking of you. Trust you had a nice Christmas and new year? Been a bit crazy here at TSL. Pleased you found the time to stop by and make yourself known.
Sir, what is it with you and Mayors 🙂
I am a political animal what can I say? It’s not going to help me when I say that the mayor of the town I live in now is a friend also is it?
Vote early and vote often.
Hi Again BP
Just thought I’d let you know I am dining with local mayor tonight.
I think you may be right, I have a mayoral fetish. I wonder if that condition has a special name? If not I am thinking it should be something disturbing like sirmayoraluctus. The only way to treat it is with copious quantities of red wine and fine peat whisky.
Interesting condition you have developed. Ha ha ha. I was laughing at your response.
But you see condition’s are named after the discoverers, not the patient.
You must be someone high up in the social circle in Sydney. You are a CEO and have a lot of Mayor “tie-ups”. Some day The Sir Letters are going to be exposed by the media when you run for PM for Australia.
Good Luck and God Speed sir. When you becomethe PM, promise me you will get me Australian citizenship in 3 months :)))
See I am asking political favors already.
Ms.Darling, do you wish to ask for something from the PM? Maybe you should ask for the Sydney Opera House to be named after you 🙂
He already named a habour after me BP (Darling Habour)! Anything more would just be greedy.
She already has an entire tourist precinct named after her “Darling Harbour.” She doesn’t need to be encouraged. Anyway I think if we are going to name something else in her honour it should at least be a state or a city. Some old building just wouldn’t be good enough.