Memory is not to be trusted. A couple of days back I posted a poem about a bobble-glass vase and a pastry board. What a deceiver!
I had occasion to return to the scene today, with objects actually being placed in the car to be taken away to an Op-Shop, and took photos.
Imagine my dismay when I found that my blue ‘vase’ is . . . well, I don’t really know what it is, but at least I can share a picture. Tomorrow it will be gone.
The other object I mentioned – the pastry-board has had a reprieve. I’ll hang on to it, for a little while at least, to see if it can find a home, rather than just a spot in the garage, where it will be forgotten.