Home sweet home. Black and I have wine and sweets for dinner. She's everywhere; balancing her glass on her finger tips, quoting Kierkegaard. Next moment braiding my hair.
I decide to mention the mysterious guest, which results in her dropping everything in her hands. Wine-stained Vivienne Westwood and wine-stained porch. Looks like fresh blood.
"It's the gardener who lives a double life! Let's investigate!" She whispers in the loudest of voices, all excited.
Disguised in cat masks and black armor we start to follow him through shady back streets and sunny boulevards.
I'll update you as soon as I have more info. Love.