This morning I passed an old lady who was heading to the eye hospital. She had been given a very boring looking white plastic eye patch. So she had stuck some colourful dried flowers on it.
It's the sort of thing that makes you do a double take. How does one put this - it did not - in any way - make things look any better. In fact, white plastic is hard to liven up at the best of times, let alone when cupped over some poor suppurating orb. But, on the other hand, bully for her. You're getting on a bit, you have a poor suppurating orb, you are instructed to cover it up with a giant guitar pick, and you glance at the mirror on the way out. "No," you think decisively, "No. This will not do."
It is a heroic effort to stick anything onto anything these days. Gluing well is something that takes practice. But she takes a decision to do something. She takes action. She sticks the flowers on. Making things better in one's own mind is brave and important.
I take my hat off to you, O Pirate of Moorrrrrrrfields. I hope the eye recovers.
Love,
M&T x
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