I can get back down to my underwear now…
(When I started this blog, someone told me I should always have an opening line that would grab my audience… perhaps this is the first time I’ve managed it in two yrs?)
Arts week in school is over. Two things happened almost simultaneously while I was mopping the clay from the floor (again) when the bell went at 3:30:
The first thing was an overwhelming weakness in my legs, that almost made me sink to the slippery floor, exhaustion, and relief that the week was done.
The second was an amazing flood of adrenalin that halted the descent, and helped me whizz over the remaining dusty floor… My time was my own again. The call of the charity shops, the desire to fondle second hand bras. I think those closest to me are quite concerned about this current obsession. Am I perving around the edges they wonder? Or is it deeper than that?
So tomorrow, I’m off to town to chat up the people in the back rooms of Oxfam and Scope… “Excuse me, do you have any bras that are too manky to put on the shelves?”
Hmmm… Perving around the edges? Defo.
