Because of the pandemic we now have Delivery
in the middle of nowhere right to our house and yesterday
the girlfriend of the Scandinavian chef a few towns away
brought Sunday brunch: whitefish salad, gravlax,
chicken liver pate. She walked into the house and said
I worked in a well known Chelsea gallery for 24 years.
She wore her Chelsea gallery outfit to deliver our
brunch: very loose Indigo linen dress
a certain familiar middle aged hipster glasses
she told us that her life changed when the Scandanavian
chef who also earned his living as a carpenter when he
walked into her old country house to help her with her
restoration. You can imagine, she laughed,
what happened next.