I met her in Fontainebleau within sight of the chateau. I was looking for a campsite and she was trying to decide how to spend the day. She had a campervan and a poodle. I just had Bike. She took one look and said that she could never do anything like that. For she needed her home comforts. But someone with a poodle should meet a mongrel once in their life, just to nibble the other end of the pasta. And the mongrel on the road needs some succour now and then.
So we could have shared what we had. I'd have kissed her cellulite and told her stories of the road. She could have given me access to her home comforts. But for some reason it wasn't to be. Perhaps I'd mentioned Sally too early in the conversation. I'm always doing that.
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