Monday, March 15, 2010
lost, recognition, adjectives
Half of a CD pressed into the surface of the road has a message.
Outside Hall's bookshop, I encounter Peter who has been helping in the shop for the last few months He is setting up his yellow Brompton bicycle. He unfolds the frame, twists a few levers and there it is ready to mount. "With this warm weather, " he says, "I don't recognise people. I'm used to seeing you wrapped up in your winter hat and coat ." Now that he knows who I am, he adds politely, "nice to talk to you."
In a bath showroom in the High Street shortly to open, a notice promises: "Three floors of classic, contemporary and visionary bathrooms."