hot
so monday morning
and action!
cycle to
leclerc
look at stuff
fabric, nails
staple guns
strange wallpapers
suggestive construction
stuff
hoover bags for H
spend an hour
wondering around
looking, touching
thinking
and get some
rather sumptuous
but smooth fabric
it’s kind of luminous
in the supermarché
I find and buy some
citron pressé
last tasted it
as a sulky teenager
on a family holiday
then lug
the remaining logs
which are blocking
the most obvious door
to the improvised gallery
hot heavy sweaty work
then D appears
with a pile
of sand
and together
we break up
the uneven and rocky
floor
with spades and rakes
I don’t really understand
much of what he says
but I try and look
like I do
when he suggests
that it’s hard work
for a woman
I shrug and laugh
…he doesn’t know the half of it!
it is quite hard
my hands have blisters
sweat is dripping
muscles are aching
but am unable to give in
when D has gone
H offers me some rosé
we sit sipping
on the cool mossy step
ferns at our feet
… and am briefly revived
