The photograph taken many years before, included people who’d almost leaked out of memory.

The images refreshed the feeling that life’s varied events contributed to this day, these months, years and the fame she now enjoyed.

Enjoy it she did. Not a moment went by when a camera was not sought and found, held by a keen press photographer.

But more important, was her unique description of each picture.

History is something lived, made, remembered, told, invented.

The doors open inwards they said.

Significant improvements have been made to the rooms.

The hotels in this district invite all guests to bring their own food.

Luxury is sometimes to be encouraged.

We jest!

Half time had been announced by the umpire.

Nobody listened.

We all continued to play, like rebellious children reluctant to move when told it was bed time.

Some situations can be rescued by playing the rebel card…quietly.

Joyful disobedience. Gingerly done.

The cubes were lined up on stage.

Why had we come to see this play?

We knew all the actors, we knew the director and we were familiar with the play.

But in fact this production was so new in approach, that it it really ended up being a new play.

Something that had been a sort of combination of Shakespeare, Greek mythology and avant garde abstract word association, had been produced as a cautionary children’s story set to music.

Musical chairs with a different beat.

You think of something wonderful.

The flower floating in a bowl full of candles.

The board of food displayed like a roman emperor’s cloak.

The cute cucumber shapes representing the signs of the zodiac.

You can let your mind float just below imaginary clouds and half an hour later still find the right door, the one that leads to the engineering floor of the rocket company.

It’s wonderful.