Norman

Norman, what a strange name for an Italian, but there it is.  I am a little in love with Norman.  Today was the third time I met him, a smile here a chit chat there, him confirming my name, perfectly average for where I come from. But then today, on our third meeting I heard him talk to a unhappy person and the ease and assurity in which he resolved their issue was amazing, even though it was nothing to do with his work.

Perhaps I would enjoy the life of a nomad, tavelling from place to place in my cycle-powered tiny caravan.  I would like to have a few items of clothing.  They can be simple clothes, no one needs intelligent clothes.  And watercolour paints, ink and a few pens.  And washing things.  And eating things.  But maybe all I will eat is noodles and cans of nuts.  And a mattress and a sleeping bag.  And a pillow.  What else do I need, I sulfation, maybe.  Nothing more.  Lovely.  And a tablet, or a smart phone.

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