Home Comforts
It is so good to be home!!! I love my rooms (which I have reoccupied), I love the city, I love the autumn chilly air, I love strong coffee, I love goat's cheese souffle, I love the nightly screeching of the flying foxes as they feast on seasonal figs in the trees outside my windows, I love my friends, I love random radio wisdom and music.
My bearded Druid self, that wise and solitary being with a surprising affinity for trees, is reacquiring an urban patina and rediscovering the delights of the city.
My bearded Druid self, that wise and solitary being with a surprising affinity for trees, is reacquiring an urban patina and rediscovering the delights of the city.
I visited with Norma Jean yesterday. Of all my friends she remained strangely aloof when I returned. Thinking perhaps my unkempt state was offensive to her haute couture sensibilities I made an appointment with her. She, you may remember, is my hair replacement specialist, bespoke tailor and psychic advisor.
I arrived at her door with a small posy of forget-me-nots which finally made her smile and she ushered me into her kitchen, a place of home comforts, where we sat at the table and shared a pot of tea and a plate of delightful cakes. In reply to my compliment on their highly edible qualities she regained all her old animation and sprang to the sideboard from whence she retrieved a plastic box. This she set before me and declared
“My loyalties to Constance Spry are not shaken, dear friend, but I have found a most excellent extension to my mystical tool basket.”
This object I was then invited to examine and I found it to contain “Marguerite Patten's Recipe Cards”, a remarkable collection and she promised to give me a reading soon.
“But not today” she said, “today we must recivilize you”. Which is exactly what she did using various clippers, snippers and pluckers.
I arrived at her door with a small posy of forget-me-nots which finally made her smile and she ushered me into her kitchen, a place of home comforts, where we sat at the table and shared a pot of tea and a plate of delightful cakes. In reply to my compliment on their highly edible qualities she regained all her old animation and sprang to the sideboard from whence she retrieved a plastic box. This she set before me and declared
“My loyalties to Constance Spry are not shaken, dear friend, but I have found a most excellent extension to my mystical tool basket.”
This object I was then invited to examine and I found it to contain “Marguerite Patten's Recipe Cards”, a remarkable collection and she promised to give me a reading soon.
“But not today” she said, “today we must recivilize you”. Which is exactly what she did using various clippers, snippers and pluckers.
So I am feeling dapper again, I am putting on my winter fat thanks to cakes (as pictured above, Norma Jean claims I need fattening up after my bush diet) and Norma Jean has forgiven my disappearance, ah life is sweet again...
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