Is there any mint up here?
No, don't think so. I'll get it.
I'll go, says lovely visitor, where in the garden?
Upper garden, behind Our Lady (the church has a kitsch grotto containing the BVM of Lourdes looking onto the church square whose rear provides a sunny wall for everyday herbs in the garden).
Guest sets out. New potatoes finish cooking, still no mint. Pause lengthens and a search party begins to be organised, when doors are heard opening and closing far away.
Got lost, says guest. I could see the garden then I found myself in a pretty painted room with half a dozen doors that opened into other rooms; so I tried them all but then lost the direction. Still I think I've closed all the shutters and doors and things again. I got out onto a little balcony with steps down in the end. Hands over bunch of catnip; it's quite pleasant with new potatoes, if a little bitter.
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a pretty painted room with half a dozen doors that opened into other rooms; so I tried them all but then lost the direction
this is the dreamworld you entertain us all in, HG
Of course it is ND. I've been sizing up a few rabbit holes.
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