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Dulltown, UK: Today's lost cabbage is the one sitting on the walkway of the supermarket car park.
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Hey up, dear reader!
It's another of my mail art postcards!
Yes, mail art postcard, No. 4818.
Just a simple collage, on bright card, using clippings from some awful free through-the-front-door magazine, or are they are perhaps taken from a copy of What's On TV. I used to get that one, not for the information, just for the clippings - but I don't bother so much now.
'Marvin, another coffee'?
'Thank you, my precious. I think I will. Thank you.'
'Here you are, dearest...'
'Melinda...'
'Yes'?
'How was the Spiritual Middle Class Wives Club meeting in the church hall, this afternoon'?
'Oh, pretty much as usual, but there was an elderly lady, Margot, from the Ethereal Home-Life Delineation Institute giving a talk.'
'Hm... these biscuits are very nice, Melinda.'
'Bourbons Marvin.'
'What, did she have to say'?
'It was mainly about connecting and addressing one's home furniture in a more - oh, er, meaningful and intuitive way.'
'Furniture'?
'Hm... You see Marvin, in one's home, each item of...'
'Furniture'?
'Yes, will have, or can even be given, an emotion, or character, or even a usually hidden psychic smell.'
'Psychic smell'?
'Yes, it was all, most fascinating.'
'It sounds gripping, dearest.'
'It was. You can never appreciate, at first glance, what an...'
'Article of furniture'?
'Yes, may be hiding, under its woody, glassy, or clothy substrate.'
'Substrate'?
'Yes, yes, it might be within, instilled, in the form already, or it may be absorbed from the people who brush against, surround, or interact with it.'
'How does one find out, about such things, dear'?
'Margot said that you have to look, quizzically.'
'Quizzically? How does one do that, did she show you'?
'Yes, you squeeze your eyes up, with your finger ends if necessary, almost closed. Yes, Marvin, that's right. Now, just glance across, at, say, oh, the sofa...'
'Good god! That's terrifying'!
'Yes, and you'd better slip upstairs, and look at our bed too...'
'Good god, Melinda!...'
'Another bourbon, dear?'
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