Ron Eklof has sent a haiku.
(Everyone's trying to cheer me up.)
I find no relief
Amid the dead nasturtiums
For dear Ming is gone
They're not dead!
Worthing says - "It's the thought that counts!".
(He's the gentler of the two.)
I say - "Ming has not 'gone' - he's simply absent - temporarily."
In fact - today, he phoned!
(All mobile prisoners are being given the opportunity to call a relative of their choice, free and for three minutes - because it's Easter!)
He says the prison bus is moving randomly around the country like a Cruise Missile - or an Armed Response Unit.
No-one can tell where it's going or where it's been.
At night, it stops in lay-bys. In the morning, it moves on.
Ming's seeing quite a lot of the countryside this way. He says he's 'put in a suggestion' that they try Europe next. The driver's thinking about it.
Time ran out and the phone went dead.
Mrs Rustbridger has been to the police because, she says - I "stole her washing".
Now, whenever she walks past our house, the children shout
from an upstairs window.
(If they catch me laughing - I'll pretend it's because of the man with the giant pumpkin.)