Not what you'd expect in a shed in Minjup?
Couple of neighbours popped in to hear Pictures at an Exhibition (Orch. Ravel).
The very opposite of the usual game of complaining about loud music.They wanted to know what it was and where they could get a copy.
That "Promenade" sticks out more than Julie Driscoll's nipples.
("If your mammaries serve you well ...".)
Just sitting there on a dilapidated sofa bed, slated for the next verge pick up.
Rain on the shed roof.
The pleasant whiff of fresh rain wafting through with just a trace of horse manicure.
Folks dropping in.
Bringing odd drinks like Mercury Dry cider -- try it: dry as buggery and better than most sparkling wines.
Now tell me we're all troglodytes* in caves down here in Minjup.
This could become the regular soirée.
Just need a vague sound of tittupping to make it all complete!
Sledge
* Oxford: ORIGIN late 15th cent.: via Latin from Greek trōglodutēs, alteration of the name of an Ethiopian people, influenced by trōglē ‘hole’.
