Gypsy Day

There are strange things in the drawers. Pamphlets about Frank Sargeson from the eighties. Aromatherapy kits, anti-mugging torches. There is a World Beauty bag in the wardrobe, two irons and a tin of sliced water chestnuts.

I have set up my sister’s old laptop on top of three 2008 phone books so I don’t get a sore neck. She wrote her PhD thesis on it so it is of good lineage. There is a big table that would be perfect for extended meals with wine, and lots of books to read. There is a spear in the rafters. I don’t know whether one of the fellows went to the Pacific Islands and brought it back as a souvenir, or whether it is there in order to fight off intruders. The lei hanging off one end doesn’t make it look any less ominous.