I promised I’d make this T-shirt into a bag for my auntie two years ago, today I got slightly closer
Holme sluice Swallows, probably Can I just submit a nice picture of the sunset I think of more nice shaped brushes It gets dark but the lights never come on
Spot on (collab. with Adam)
I find myself washing milk bottles at 4 am In primary school we used to play a game called cat and mouse, sometimes. On the occasions where the parachute was brought out we would be arranged around its edge circularly and one kid would be chosen to be the cat and one the mouse. The mouse crawls on their hands and knees under the parachute which is agitated all around. The cat walks above the parachute and has to try and find the mouse under the billowing colours by jumping on them. I can’t imagine how we played this game without people getting hurt, perhaps bruised knees and an elbow to the head was deemed acceptable in the 90s, for the sake of play. I can’t remember what happened if the cat caught the mouse, or if they didn’t. Maybe they swapped the places, the mouse becoming the cat. Maybe a new cat was chosen from the agitators. Our cat likes to play a similar game, sometimes, trying to catch our covered feet from on top of the duvet. When she bites through the duvet it doesn’t hurt. Last night she woke me up by walking up and down along the ridge of my body beneath the duvet. I decided it must be her breakfast time already, I went downstairs to feed her. In the kitchen I remembered we forgot to put the milk bottles out again. But it was early and the milkman hadn’t been yet. So I find myself washing milk bottles. At 4am pushing the special brush into the narrow neck and then rotating it around inside the wide body of the bottle, removing the clots of dried on cream because we never somehow manage to rinse them as soon as they’re empty. I place the clean, still wet bottles on the doorstep and go back to bed. Recently we woke up late on a Saturday and fretting that the milk would’ve spoiled on the sunny doorstep I went down to fetch it, but it wasn’t there and the empty bottles, left out the night before for once, still were. I texted our friends who use the same milkman and and they thought he hadn’t been to them because of a house fire down the street, but it turns out he was just really late. Around 10.45, broad daylight a man approaches the house wearing shorts and carrying a crate. No white coat or flat cap, the milk float parked out of sight.
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