1. Under every camellia in the street is a pile of discarded blossoms.
2. An unpleasant lady flumphs herself down on the sofa in the middle of the gallery to have a stressy phone conversation -- 'I want to speak to a man, not a woman... I said I wanted to speak to a man.' I stop enjoying the pictures, and feel myself stiffening.
Then the museum attendant comes across the hall and tells her off: 'We don't allow phones in the gallery.'
'I'm sorry, I'm on the phone.'
'I said we don't allow phones in the gallery.'
The phone lady stomps out.
3. Watching sugar melt; and the smell of caramel in the flat.
I felt a little thrill of pleasure on reading that the telephone woman was thrown out of the gallery.
ReplyDeleteHave just enjoyed catching up on these. Approve of how often cake/cake related products appear!
ReplyDeleteAutumn in Canberra. A camellia hedge in bloom. Pink ruffles amongst glossy green leaves. Trees glowing red and gold. Leaves scattered across the footpath and blown into piles. ED Canberra.
ReplyDeleteI just started this meme! Mine is up!!
ReplyDeleteVery yummy food and poems!!! ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat did the caramel go on?
ReplyDeleteSo many questions.
@ Plutarch -- they didn't throw her far enough, in my opinion...
ReplyDelete@ Kiki -- thank you very much!
@ Joe -- I watered it down and poured it over slices of orange.
Hooray for attentive attendants!
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