“You’re 100% charged,” my wife informed me from the hallway.
Taking this as a compliment on at least one aspect of my “welcome home from
skiing” package [even though I’d forgotten the flowers again], I allowed myself
a brief, self-satisfied smile.
She dropped my mobile phone on my desk and returned to plug
hers in at the wall, in its place.
I remembered the look on the woman’s face in Solomon’s
wonderful picture, First Class: The Meeting, one of a series of scenes in
Victorian railway carriages that he produced. It attracted my attention again last
week at the NRM. Now that’s truly a bunch of flowers-earning gaze, if ever I
saw one.
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