no feet today:-( |
The Ferris-wheel made from thin, rusty and
twisted wire is not in my bag; it’s in my hand.
My camera is.
It is only two photos heavier than when I set
out, here is one of them.
It would be good to put the Ferris-wheel in
the camera case – it is fragile and the case will provide protection.
But then I will have to carry the camera.
So… what IS in this bag?
My note-book, and Michelle’s e-mail
address, which was not when I started out early this morning.
And it WAS early; I had risen at four.
My glasses are in the bag – I should put
them on so that I can see what I am writing.
And see what lies within.
Two pairs of socks – a gift – and a t-pot.
Ditto.
The socks are white, sort of.
The t-pot is green.
There’s a shirt – it is green too, and it’s
also a gift.
For me!
Two games – they are for work.
There’s an owl- that looks like a pair of
scissors.
Or maybe it’s a pair of scissors that looks
like an owl.
Difficult to say.
There’s a cricket ball and a London phone
box Christmas decoration; you never know when you might need either.
Two new CDs – I promised myself; Dusty –
heard them here first and Ulrich Schnauss.
Four vintage pages of illustrated sheet
music – including ‘coming in on a wing and a prayer’ – I’ve been rummaging in
the flea market, and a bar of chocolate.
The bar of chocolate is for you.
It has a message on the wrapper.
one of those archive blockage interrupts again.
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