So I'm standing in the post office queue in Pollokshaws Road in Glasgow. It's entirely unglamorous. The post office is in the back of a grotty co-op supermarket and everyone in the queue is here to do unglamorous things like pick up dole cheques or pay their road tax. I am here to apply for a new passport in my shiny new(ish) married name and I'm mouthing a silent prayer that the bureaucrats in the passport office don't misplace my ticket-to-ride and leave me trapped on this cold island for the rest of my life.
So there I am waiting my wee turn when my beady eye spots these old-fashioned airmail envelopes and I think one thing... QUEEN SIZE DUVET! Picture it: a white queen duvet cover with an extra panel along each side (in that Helon Melon style... I think it was her) in red and blue envelope stripes. On the top right in beautiful red embroidery it says "Par Avion" with maybe an old-fashioned plane doing a whirly-whirl in the sky with the words flying out from a banner behind the plane. The sleeper is transformed into a secret letter hidden in a big envelope to be transported over night to dreamland or the land of their dreams.
I need to investigate into how we can both post to this blog separately as each other and not both as you. I will try work it out another day. Tired now. It's almost 10pm and the sun has just gone down. Bon nuit.
ReplyDeleteYep, its weird seeing 'we' as 'me'. I will also look into it, blog genius that i am, usurping identities as i go along, chomp chomp chomp. I took the day off work to have a look at some other ideas, will tell all tomorrow. I love that you can spot beauty in a post office, that's real talent x
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