Monday 24th June 2013

I’ve resurged. My worn nerve-ends and wracked limbs were restored by the Multis who’ve bought a country house. They even consoled and comforted my three-and-a-half-year bleeding wound. So much to tell: I visited the Multis’ new country house on Friday , took Sissinghurst garden and Glyndebourniana in a gale on Saturday and then on to the Gay Mother’s where I am now. She’s got a tick in her arm and is still furious with Emily Davidson for throwing herself under the King’s horse in 1913. ‘Crack-pot,’ she said. Tonight we’re going up to the Garden House for an open evening with either Cornish pasty or crab salad. £5.

So, ten days ago, Joshua Baring dined with the Gosling Poor Little Rich Gays. Except that Jesus has moved in with a boyfriend.

I’ll explore my menus later. My summer menus are very classic this year.

Jesus is from South America but is also American. His work is geography-based and very caring. He studies the Poor of the world:  they may get tablets for their diseases, but then what? They all start living, but no frockage, no menus, no home, no tiling module, no kitchen units to configure, no swatches to agonise over. By study, he helps them to live once they’ve got over their diseases

So Jesus went to Guatemala for a conference. While there he did sun-bathing and was self-announced as ‘brown all over.’ You can imagine the frenzy but Robert Nevil and I didn’t quite believe and it turned out small swim shorts were worn. But Joshua Baring’s not pleased about Jesus moving in with his boyfriend. There was a bit of a spat at dinner. Now they’re not on speakers. A crystalline, brilliant purity in pursuit of the truth, no mincing niceness, is greatly prized, although dangerous if it is not the truth that is revealed. Myself, I have loved this quality, with its bracing, cold humanity, in another for many years, almost since birth.

Patrick Lockyer, meanwhile, was silvery and quivery on the outside only. He’s recently been involved with someone from one of the perfume counters. His flatmate has turned out to be bi-polar. He was wearing a whippy little Calvin Klein suitlette and was sometimes in the corner phoning Bermuda to issue an injunction. ‘It’s for some poor people who’ve been maligned,’ he rebutted, when Joshua Baring accused him of only injuncting on behalf of rubbish footballers who’ve done it anyway. Patrick said I could do something about my liver spots. ‘Sulphuric acid?’ I said. To prevent hair loss, he takes a treatment intended for prostrate cancer. His hair was looking superb.

On parting, I said, ‘You’ve got all your lives before you, gosling Poor Little Rich Gays.’ Well, actually about two-thirds. They’ve had one third already. They’re having their lives very nicely.

Of course, any one of them might leave for New York at a moment’s notice – and not come back.