FYI

I just had a nose operation. Straight forward thing - they tag you, stick half a cutlery set up your nose, feed you free food and drugs, you stay the night, then they send you home for a nice two week holiday.

It's the tag thing that had me in stitches (sorry, couldn't help myself). The format of the name tag, being a remnant of some antiquated system of whenever, had my name, date of birth, all of that, then "F Divorced" prominently there as if it was as important as my bloodtype.

Personally, I endorse any kind of free advertising but I have to wonder whether you would want to be marketing yourself at that particular moment. - "Nice legs, shame about all that blood oozing from her head..."

I used to know a girl who sent messages by the way she wore the rings on her fingers - you know, the married one is obvious (maybe not so much today - I guess - having been there and done that as EVERYBODY knows now after my trip to hospital).
No, this chick had combinations for 'Single, not available' and 'Recently attached but still looking'.

Maybe the hospital could use her advice - like: Tag on Left Foot - 'Not normally looking but could use some entertainment for the next two weeks...'

For You Sis

Stripping the bed

I have a memory
Of floorboards
Ripped from a frame
The skeleton exposed
And still
I cannot see
Why I feel sad

She stares and looks away
Time stained sheets
Stripped from the bed
The faded pillows dragged
Until
The bed is bare
We were too small

Crisp linen fills the air
The layers
Pressed flat and hushed
Embroidered covers gold
Damask
A mask to wear
I’ll never know

You’ve always been a cool matron
Wrapping over the truth of it.

Fish Face

Fish Face
Originally uploaded by Husky Nutmeg.

It’s been a long time since I sat up in a tree, ate Wizz Fizz with my best mate Frank Mikes, invented stories about aliens and played Space Invaders at the corner Milk Bar.

Until now, my daughter has handed me the fizzy powder from her lolly bags because it’s ‘too sour’ for her more refined Freddo loving taste buds. I love the stuff – and whenever I have a spoonful (and you’ve got to eat it with the tiny scoop supplied), it reminds me of times that seemed more black and white.

I noticed the other day, my daughter has begun to like it too so we’ll have to share.

She shared some wisdom with me yesterday – “It’s a good thing you don’t have bones in your cheeks because if you did it would hurt when you do a fish face.”

I wonder if she thought of that while she was eating Wizz Fizz.