The Grove, Tunbridge Wells, at twilight.Sometime you feel that the package is worth as much as its contents. A particular brand of coffee, which we can no longer afford, comes in cylindrical tins deserving of life after they have outlived their primary use. I used to imagine collecting enough to make legs, filling them with sand to provide stability, and gluing or screwing them together to support a discarded door or sheet of glass or perspex and so make a table. Today I remove from its pack a new handkerchief, which is wrapped round a very serviceable piece of white board. Something to embellish, to make a card or book mark or small picture of. But surely not to discard.
Walking past cash points, where despite the credit crunch, people are queuing for cash, I listen carefully, as the coins in the bank stamp their feet, while the banknotes shuffle and whisper: Christmas, Christmas!
3 comments:
I have been known to buy tea for the tin, and still have those tins. Likewise a particular brand of cylindrical wafer.
...not to mention Golden Syrup.
The photo's lovely, rather Magritte meets Narnia.
A goood post and a lovely photograph.
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