Day of the Lost hour.

Out comes the till manual this morning to put the clock forward.
In comes three painters an hour late for their job,
in desperate need of a nut ball to perk them up.
We are all a bit 'out of whack' on this daylight savings morning!
As I set the store up for the day I wonder
about all of the things that could have happened in my lost hour...



We dont have any Paw paws from F.N.Q
but we do have this box..
my head drifts up to the beaches
and plantations of Palmer River
as I fill up the bench with fruit and veg.

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As I come out of my daydream
I realize that suddenly the store has
became a scene from an Almadova film.
Full of women.
One in a bright green dress,
one with a giant beaded brooch,
one with black horned rimmed glasses.
Fast tango plays in the background as I
I circle around and around them all
carrying boxes of bananas
and apples..
None of us speak.



My lost hour slips out of the trance of the 5 min tango.
I look across the road as I wait to serve the circling women.
The painters have almost finished cleaning the wall
of the dog and cat grooming store,
They have become 3 pairs of paint splat white legs
walking across space with ladders.

The women pay separately for tea, eggs and soy milk.
Two apples fall randomly from the bench onto the ground.
The giant tattooed russian man appears out of no where
and places two bags of muesli on the counter,
he hands me a fifty dollar note and smiles.
Just like he does every Sunday ..

My lost hour has dissolved
and the day goes on..........



** Little Bag Lady hand made reversible vintage bags $45....