[Image: Permanent Magenta]
Back in the old gallivanting days, I rented a house in Dublin with casapinka. She owned a huge cask of Toll House chips, so I liked her a lot. We dreamed of living in the Mexican Embassy across the lane, a beautiful house where gangsters in low-slung cars sought diplomatic immunity from the Irish rain. When she abandoned us to move back to the US, the replacement tenant had no Toll House chips. It wasn't the same.
Where were we? Casapinka, who sparked my interest in dresses on the wall years ago, now takes art classes from Permanent Magenta, who painted this dress. I like the persistence of the dress theme, and the sunlit simplicity of the painting.
In other important ephemera, this is the successful CV for the recently advertised senior sofa management position (non-stipendiary). Welcome to the team, Paula, who is also VP of Shelving and Storage. She joins myself, the offshore team of commentators, an imaginary assistant and a mascot in PFW HQ. Please ring bell for attention.