70s lounges should always include a visit from a Bagpus mouse belonging to poet Elinor Brooks. Janie mouse is as old as the lounge and fitted in a Babycham glass perfectly.
"When will the lounge be open to the public?" asks Elinor.
"Mice have holes," I replied. "And so does this lounge."
Imagine the above is a mouse hole. I will need to solve this.
When am I free to open up the lounge? I am never free, but always open. None of this answers Elinor's question but here's some photos of Janie just to distract her for a few days while I think about the request.
|Janie in Babycham glass|
|Janie on the couch by disco ball|
|Janie on the Teasmade hoping for 'Tea Now'|
|Janie sat by Insurgent Art and David Bowie.'If only those glasses would fit and I could move those bottles .... heave, heave ..."|
If you would like to read the full poem, 'Concerning My Neighbors, the Hittites' by Charles Simic, please go to the Poetry Foundation website here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171691
"It’s that hum in your left ear,
A sigh coming from deep within you"