Prompted by the pretty blue speedwell I recall the time when some London telephone numbers were prefixed by the names of wild flowers. Primrose for example for the St Johns Wood area. The first telephone number I knew by heart was my grandmother's, Speedwell 8124. That was in the days when numbers resided in our memories rather than in the memories of electronic devices.
In the supermarket a man with an angry moustache and big appetites loads bags with bottles.
A slight woman in her middle years in a worn straw hat floats down Mount Pleasant popping toffees into her mouth. She walks without a care in her head, her eyes raised and her arms swinging.
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I love the juxtaposition of 'a man with an angry moustache' (wonderful phrase) and the woman 'without a care in her head'.
My imagination is running wild with images of moustaches, angry ones. What great imagery you've created, Joe.
The old telephone numbers continue to fascinate. I remember once being addressed by the operator as "Regent" when I was attempting to reverse the charges from a West End telephone box.
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The man with the angry moustache I realised later lives near us. He sits on a chair in his porch to smoke because he is forbidden by his lease to smoke in his house.
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