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Friday, February 06, 2009

Flowers in the rain

Verity's unimpressed. She's just accompanied Julia to a meeting about the new health centre which will be abutting Catty Library.

"They spent an hour deciding which pictures of flowers they were putting on which door."


"They want to put pictures of daisies on one, tulips on another and daffodils on another. That way nobody will know you're going into the clap clinic."

"You jest!"

"It's not like they won't all cotton on to it: within a week they'll know it's daisies for VD. How ridiculous!"


Gadjo Dilo said...

Why, is there a certain lady called Daisy in Helminthdale??

The Topiary Cow said...

Ha! to Gadjo.

Why flowers have to be picked on this way...they live their lives, bothering no one, then are chosen through no fault of their own, to represent evil disease.

How about having an electron micrograph photo of the actual disease? Teach them something, anyway, while they're being treated.


Kevin Musgrove said...

Pictures of itchy parts would do the trick, methinks.

Unknown said...

I once used to visit a canteen called the 'Vauxhall Dining' Centre, affectionately referred to by the eaters as the VD centre.

Lavinia said...

Kev it hasn't been called VD in forty years....you really were born in 1933!!