Middle Aged Ladies Partake Too You Know!I am already high. It is 8.40 pm here in England and my husband is pottering around in the garden while I relax on the chaise with my miniature water pipe and a bowl crammed with fresh, sticky bud. It's been a boring evening so far. We had dinner, my husband washed the dishes and I flicked through the TV chanels, finding nothing worse watching. The novel I started yesterday is obviously written by a moron with a friend in the publishing industry and my best friends are currently on holiday in Istanbul.
I've had two puffs so far and this stuff is really good. I know a guy who grows it in his attic and it is very potent. Does anyone else sometimes think that it smells like burnt coffee?
Boredom disappears. Small things become fascinating and time speeds up and slows down at random. The 'shadow people' appear, scuttling around in the dark corners of the room when my eyes are averted. I was going to say something clever, but I've forgotten what it was...
BarmyCow 51-55, F 0 May 9, 2012