Rosa and I ate some fish and chips and talked about the blood and carnage outside our houses earlier that day.
'They wouldn't dare enter my premises,' she said.
Rosa isn't moved one bit by the way Covid situation.
'It doesn't rate to be being a victim of Malay racism.'
Not the verbal kind?
'No, the burning and looting kind.'
That was in 1969, she said.
Now that Eric and his Chinese wife were taken care of, it was time to find out what was really happening in the world.
For some reason only governments could travel.
'Looks like they are trying to stop people flying.'
Maybe the ice was really melting.
'No, something more sinister.'
Like no more sex tourism.
It all just stopped.
Puritanism in the time of Covid.
'No no,' said Rosa, 'the diplomatic corps are still fucking. They want it all for themselves.'
Yes those trips down at the cemetery without being caught by an adventurous tourist.
And enforced inoculations.
'The first one I got was a jab for the Hong Kong flu.'
Me too, Rosa.
And the last one was the flu jab.
'I've not been the same since,' I said, adding, it's as if I've had a mental lobotomy.'
'That's phetamine you are talking about dear, and I'm so glad you are off it.'
I've put on three kilograms in the last five days.
'Stop your moaning and get back to the gym,' said Rosa, who assured me, I'd never be harrassed by the tag team of Eric and Jane again.
'They are literally bones.'
They got what they sowed I said and good fucking riddance.
