The bad bachelor certainly intends to take a few ladies to ‘heavenly heights’ (Shutterstock)I really like the new apartment that my white-sugar-mummy-kept pal has let me rent (for a fraction of the rent) until December. But the only neighbour I see is a wrinkled white feller, reading a paperback novel on his deckchair. In the evening, as I prepare to settle in my new abode for first Monday here, I get an angry call from Sonia. When she passed away, I got her life insurance, and blew it carefully across a coupla years entertaining the chicks. And forgot about ‘Dad.’ Maybe it is because of the loss of mother/looking for her in women, that I am such a womaniser?

Source: Standard Digital July 24, 2020 04:36 UTC