Back whe i first met Dot, and we were all wishing we looked like this...
And we were hanging around the shops after school, thinking that this look was fairly cool (unaware at the time, of course, that the scrunchie was what really made this who scenario all that...)
Before we'd head off home to the meal our mothers had cooked for us, and slam doors and fight with out fathers. And we'd put on this sulky face...
You smart-arse internet barsts.
We didn't look like any of that...
We looked like THIS!
We were a picture of everything a parent would want in a child. A no smart-mouth, good kid who didn't her homework (on time) and didn't fraternise with boys.
ANYWAY... the point to this story. WHEN I FIRST MET DOT, the one thing that set her apart from the crowd... was the fact that she had a bright RED door.
...no, not like that.
A bright red bedroom door (with a giant picture of Jarvis Cocker on the back)... which i thought was pretty damn cool. You see, i lived in a cream house. (It was lovely.)
So i was walking past Dot's parents place this evening... and well... Dot, i hope this whole married thing works out for you cause... well...
Yeah, they seem to have knocked your bedroom down (red door included) and are making it into a dining room.
And i'm thinking of going and salvaging the door, for the sake of the memories...
PS Your mum saw me though her window taking this photo so she probably thinks i'm weird now.
PPS Found a package stuffed in the mail box... as best i can tell, it seems to be shoes. Can i open package/wear shoes?
6 years ago