The Distracted Host
Out come
the frying pans. Dog must have her lead on to go next door for eggs, lest she
succumb to cat chasing. A telephone call is made to fetch milk. There are two
kinds of flour in the cupboard.
I have
vinegar smeared books propped in sun traps. A sense of responsibility has
prompted a salvage attempt. Maybe the picture books could be scanned. Here's
Cinderella and her rescue complex. It's not the story that enamours, after all:
it is the pictures. The first dress is pale pink silk: prettier than anything I
had ever seen (circa 1975.) The second dress is pale blue satin: the most
sophisticated thing: a girl, looking beautiful and feminine: gathered net in a
masculine colour. The third dress is silver and gold lace. There could be
nothing more glamorous. Or there could: all ready I had seen such wonder and it
had drawn out the idea that the world stretches further than you know.
Meanwhile,
distilled white vinegar diminishes mould spores and my houseguests need
pancakes.
Glad you enjoyed the pancakes Lady Victoria :-) |
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