Donna rang this morning, troubled. It was difficult to understand her on account of all the crying. Hers, not mine. Max broke up with her last night. She can’t believe it. I don’t know why — I can. She doesn’t bring much to the table, and she’s so, I don’t know, emotionally disorganised. She needs to get a life of her own first and then think about having a relationship. Well, listen to me. I had to listen to her for about an hour, though. She said that a couple of weeks ago Max told her that he wanted to wear her ring, which she was really excited about, but now she thinks maybe she totally misunderstood what he meant.
Luckily, a neighbour knocked on my door, so I had a chance to hang up.
The neighbour wasn’t happy. He said Malleable had taken one of his shoes from his veranda. While he was talking to me Malleable was sitting on my outside couch, munching on the shoe, so it was difficult to deny it. You’d be surprised how many people leave their shoes outside their front door. Malleable isn’t surprised though. I’m going to have to do something about keeping him in. Whenever I come home at night he’s always escaped again, and I have to spend ages looking for him. I had a cyclone fence put up last year and he dug under it, so I put mesh along the fence with rocks on top. Now he climbs the fence like he’s in the SES. He’s amazing. I am meeting quite a few of my neighbours lately , but not in a good way.