Of course Holly doesn’t do science. I told her diesel boilers don’t explode. As far as I know. Idk I’m not sure. But then she prefers the idea of the explosion. Holly has a strong sense of justice. She would have been throwing bombs at kings once upon a time, but she def would not throw herself under a horse. When she gets mad she gets a red line above her left eye. That is a mark from where she was hit by a see-saw when she was a child. Someone jumped off just as she was jumping on. She had stitches and concussion. She always says she doesn’t remember whether she had concussion or not because she had concussion. Which is true when you think about it. Like it’s just hearsay, the concussion.

That evening I walked The Dog up to Ballyshane. I like the bare trees. Winter still, never mind the calendar. They are as pale as bones in the moonlight. The dark is not scary.

All the lights were on. Miss Corry always closed the curtains, she liked her privacy, I suppose you get used to it when your residence is set in circa two hundred acres with a tree-lined drive. But the English guy didn’t give a shit. I could actually see him sitting in a room with a glass of something in his hand, watching the telly. English people drink gin and tonic. My guess is that he was just under five feet tall. I’m not tall myself but he would be six inches smaller than me at least. He was like a rasher of wind, as my grandad used to say, he was so thin. You wouldn’t think someone as thin as that would be able to stand up. He was about fifty per cent bald and the bald place was really shiny.

Even outside the window I could feel the heat. My mother would kill him for keeping the place so hot. She says it’s unhealthy and bad for the environment. My mam doesn’t give a flying fuck about the environment as a matter of fact, but she hates people to be comfortable. My house is always cold unless my mam is cold and then it’s too hot. My dad just says wear a sweater. Like sometimes I wear two. And I have been known to wear a woolly cap in bed. My life I swear.

I took a pic from fairly far back with the flash turned off. It was OK. I WhatsApped it to Holly. Guess where I am?!!?

She replied: OMG dont get caught.