Colour. The art and science of illuminated manuscripts.
The Fitzwilliam museum , Cambridge.
ME : " Hallo."
YOU : " Oh it's you again is it, I wondered where you had got to."
ME: "Pull your face back from the screen. You should probably disinfect your mouse as well. I've got summer flu."
YOU: "Yuk! By the way ,what's the title about? Did you go to the exhibition?"
ME:"I think so."
YOU: "You think so !"
ME: "I am feverish and my eyes arn't focusing as they should but yep I seem to recall...."
YOU:"OH for heavens sake, why go in that state?"
ME: "Because I did not know I had caught it from the Saxophonist until we were on the road."
YOU: "Well that's a lesson in itself isn't it.Never snog a saxophonist. They should hold you up as a dreadful warning to teenagers who are tempted to err."
ME:"Oh give over."
YOU: "And is that Olbas oil I can smell?"
ME:"I fancy some rice pudding.That would be comforting."
YOU:" I bet you are going to drink alcohol.What with that and the getting of germs from a man in a leather jacket and a casual attitude to re grouting the bathroom tiles."
ME:"Ease off and I'll tell you about the exhibition.On the other hand I could just look at my notes and the postcards I bought over a drink."
YOU:"The rice pudding motif didn't last long did it!"
ME:"So,postcards,note book and a pint.That sounds nice.I'll round up the saxophonist.I'll tell you about the exhibition next post. Unless you fancy a pint? It's ok the Saxophonist isn't a casual kisser."