Painting the Sydney Harbour Bridge … by Ms Paige Turner
‘The cupboards need cleaning out,’ I said to Mr Justin Case this week.
‘But you’ve only really just finished cleaning them out,’ he said.
Deep sigh. ‘I know,’ I said. ‘But once one finishes that job it’s time to start all over again,’ thinking that I began the task during first lockdown.
Mr Justin Case met my sigh with his. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Like painting the Sydney Harbour Bridge.’
‘Sorry?’
‘Well, the project is so large, once the painting of the bridge is finished it’s time to start at the beginning and do it all over again.’
‘Mmm,’ I said. ‘Rather like the vaccine programme.’
I poured another glass of wine as deep as my sigh. For I had also just finished a day’s Zoom to Cape Town. (It’s tricky getting there just at the moment.) I was helping Cassandra and Pumeza clear all the cupboards for shipping home or to be distributed as our lovely Arbour we have had for over eighteen years is being sold.
Then I realised why I had set ‘Cupboards’ as a theme for this week’s Creative Ink Zoom session on Friday at 10.00 am until 11.30 am. We have a full house this week but do email me if you would like a place on any Friday. £10.
Let’s switch to drawers now. If you have any words at the proverbial bottom for the anthology ‘When This is All Over …’ for the Rennie Grove nurses then send them into info@janmoranneil.co.uk and let them work for you. Up to 200 words. Add a sentence or two about yourself, where you are from and any website links.
Painting the Sydney Harbour Bridge …
08/02/2021 // by Jan Moran Neil
Ah! Cleaning out the drawers. I’m never sure if that’s a metaphor, a simile or a euphemism. But it does sound productive and altogether better than Zoom gloom (the feeling you get when everyone talks at once and no one understands the mute button or where to find it). Lockdown drifting into meltdown. Had the jab and have a large red patch to show for it. Cupboards? I shall think of you as we board our own version of a flying cupboard on Friday morning and head to another cupboard called quarantine far, far, away.
I always thought it was the Forth Bridge in Edinburgh