Unexpected free day today. Was meant to be going on a meditation weekend but that's been postponed, so the doors of my mind will remain shut for another two weeks. Went for a long walk - trees, ducks, and, very enjoyably, a pigeon crossing a stream via stepping stones - seemingly baffled by the one gap that was too wide for pigeon-hopping capabilities. A good three minutes of really hard pigeon thinking (I could almost see the single cog turning) resulted in defeat, and a slow hop back to the bank. Dude, you can fly! Come on! (I sense a very banal life metaphor...).
Back up Holywell Hill past one of my favourite houses. It's unbelievably run-down - you can't tell from this picture, but all the paint has worn off the woodwork, and the porch is sagging, with a dirty great hole in its roof. Someone lives there - you can see grubby curtains, and a standard lamp, and I really want to know who - but not enough to knock on the door, just in case reality disappoints. (I fully expect Miss Havisham.) I did an internet search, and the only name I could find associated with the house was a William Storey in 1871 - listed in the national census as actor/dancer/comedian/scene painter. The nineteenth century version of actress/model/whatever. I like to imagine him representing flamboyantly in the streets - a St Albanian Oscar Wilde, with a poppy or a lily in his hand.
Talking of which, today I saw a sign for a Festive Vintage Fair promising 'Fabulous Stalls'. In my mind, this means nothing less than stalls manned by the entire cast of 'Priscilla' - all feather boas, spangles and false eyelashes. It's this Sunday, so I may just go along and report back.
Went for a hair cut today. It's the only time I ever read magazines. Today I found an article about hair colour that started 'If vampires had babies, their hair would be this colour'. (Ashy blonde, if you're interested). Brilliant. In so many ways.
No comments:
Post a Comment