Saturday, June 24, 2017

Lady Margaret owns my brain


We stayed in Lady Margaret's town house in London for three weeks a few years ago. Her presence  felt -not physically, we never did meet her,  except for her curlers.
The weather, typically humid, stuck my hair to my damp face with no air in between strands. My hair is ridiculous , fine and limp at best.

I found her curlers, in a drawer. They saved the day, overnight. Slept uncomfortably as the curlers were pokey plastic, vivid dreams , that were not mine...


Like a Twilight Zone episode, Lady Margaret's curlers, having been so close to her brain , held  her thoughts,  her worries, her passion for England, her love of  green growing things. My having used something so close and personal was probably not right- who even DOES that!!  I did  and awoke to find my hair less flat , kind of fluffy,  and my brain somewhat changed. 


A fierce  yearning for ENGLAND , an appreciation for  climbing roses and church bells clanging out the hours, obsess me, and a craving for builder's tea from footed pot! I want biscuits, I want Marmite on toast. I want to soften my "r's".



Of course my DNA might have something to do with my love for ENGLAND, it tingles when I am there, Wearing London like an old  comfortable slipper . Lady Margaret's curlers finally stabbed  it into my brain from her brain through the curlers, I am hooked!
Fair warning to you all , you may want to reconsider using some one else's personal items....or not.


Thus I have been possessed  by Lady Margaret ,  her love of Albion , the Queen. and sausage. 
I have returned twice since then and will be going back this September, though staying in another part of London, which I can not seem to get enough of.  "the strange intersection of the shadow land of the Twilight Zone , cue music- aaaannnnddddd-   You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.


I do not know What Lady Margaret looks like but I am pretty sure I am beginning to resemble her 


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