Scenes from a loo

In a restaurant tucked away among the narrow streets of Marikina, the washroom reminded me of a washroom from a movie that I have seen a long time ago and which I presently cannot place. It was strange, having a strong sense of affinity with the loo.




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I spent all of today making a lady's bridal bouquet. She wanted fabric flowers, and wildly-colored too. Here it is slowly, if a little slovenly, shaping up.



And here are fresh flowers Ice got for my desk. They will bloom tomorrow, the florist said.


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I still cannot believe my friend is a missus.