* while i sit back, yawn, look outside the window at the sunlit city and feel it's a lazy day with Nothing to do!*

 

I heard the rumours in the souk,in conversations overheard. "C is gone", "Taken in the night". At first I took them to be the scurilous gossip of the chattering masses but the days multiplied and lengthened; Jan became Feb; Feb March, and mention of "C" faded as a new, trivial fascination took hold in the facile minds of the ladies that lunch. And your demise became established fact, history. Are there parallels? Easter has passed with all the acompanying (in the British media) questioning of the significance of the resurrection. And then, like the Phoenix, if not like Christ, "C" rises from oblivion as if she had never gone. It's a miracle.