Friday, April 30, 2010

Mrs Bird's Nest

Seagulls: Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Nigel: Oh would you just shut up? You're rats with wings.”

I think I need a new blog title, although I often feel like a rat with wings. 

Or a lady with a bird in her hair. 
Mrs Bird's Nest, as my grandmother used to call a neighbour with unruly locks. 
Together with Mrs Dot and Carry One, who walked with a limp (that's a mental arithmetic metaphor) and Mrs Lean Forward, who, well, leant forward. 

These were some of the characters who regularly walked past her house to and from the bus stop or the corner store.  She could see them through the lattice from her staging post on the front verandah. 

But then, funnily enough, she gave her pet canaries sensible names like Henry and Michael.

I wonder what name she would suggest, if she could have fathomed computers at all, living at a time when people wrote letters by hand and phones had dials.
Probably, Young Mrs Bird's Nest.

Quote: Finding Nemo
Image1: Tokyo Milk
Image 2: Ruben Toledo


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...