Love, Life, the Universe & Everything

Mary Hitler's words continued to ring in Julian's mind. "It's not that good," she had said, "but it's witty." Julian mused and had to admit to being suspicious. Suspicious that all it took was for Mr Lovely Goodness not to read it any more for him to be alright. He had listened to Hermione. "Don't read it," Hermione had said, and Mr Lovely Goodness hadn't and didn't. His words rang in her ears as well. "This other stuff has to stop," he had said.
'Goodness', thought Julian. Her sons had told her off, her friends had told her off. Mary had scolded her beyond belief. And yet, no-one had been able to tell her why it was so bad. Mixing fiction with non-fiction, was it really so bad? If someone would just explain, then there would be no problem. It seemed to Julian that a lot of people were just a little bit precious about themselves and their actions. They needed to lighten up a bit.
William strolled into the room and wanted to know where Ulrich had got to. William had taken rather a liking to Ulrich and was already missing him, in a cat sort of way, which was 'ah well, take it in your stride. He was here and now he was gone'. Ulrich was in Sydney, on his way to Perth, followed by Wollongong, followed by Bellingen, followed by Brisbane. Ulrich was on the move. George was also on the move. He was heading to Bali. Jewellery and houses were on his schedule. Julian was coming close to travelling to the UK to visit Pitt the Elder and the French Spanish Connection, Chumpy Chops. She also had a Shakespearean cuz piloting yachts on the Mediterranean, based in Palma de Mallorca, Hollywood Pete. She was going to pop in and sleep on the floor of his Spanish flat. Not only that, her da lived in Scarborough, England, and she had yet to meet him. If she went soon, she would be able to take Pitt and Chops. They could reminisce about all the good times they had never had, due to circumstances outside of their control, together. George wasn't keen. All he thought about was money. Mind you, to be fair, it was tough creating a living in this day and age. Julian had friends who could barely afford to eat, but weren't particularly interested when they could. Julian's heart went out to Mary. Mary was in a pickle. Edgar had admitted feelings at last. You would think that Mary would be over the moon, and in a sense she was. "Tread carefully, dear," she had said to Julian as she got thinner and thinner. Julian was getting fatter and fatter. 'Hand over some of that stress,' she had implored. She had thin Mary on one side and motivated, health conscious, fit Hermione on the other. Few of her clothes fit her and her motivation for getting out of the house was fading fast. "Ah, me," she bemoaned, and to make matters worse, she had just found an internet scrabble site. All she needed.