Had to take had to put
Staring at a picture of a long ago traffic accident, a truck with the legend “Perfect Muffins and Crumpets” on the side crunched into a car, then catching sight of my reflection in the television (34cm, very old, reception useless, soon to be completely useless when digital takes over). I am wearing my electric blue tracksuit and the result is unexpectedly sporty. My hair’s up in a ponytail and I look as if I am off to do some kind of wholesome track activity.
The truth is that it is so cold inside my house that I have to put on as many clothes as I can to stay alive. As those who have read my latest I am a Camera would know, I live in a fibro house. I have always wanted to live in one, it seems like the ultimate adherence to the world of the past, but it is a building material one step above cardboard in terms of insulation. It is warmer outside, but it is also raining, so I stay inside with the tiny heater beside me, making piles of student’s assignments and listening to The Wonderful and Frightening World of the Fall.
I have had this record for a long time, I remember putting it on in 1997 and laughing at the line: “three little girls, with only 50 pence, had to take, had to put, the curly wurly back”. I still laugh at it now, it’s absurd! A voice in my head tells me I should at least try to listen to now music, and this is what will age me, but that voice is a dreadful pain. In my own, freezing house, voice, I can live in whatever era I want.