I left my dad in his chair, reading The Times - he asked me who Dolly Parton was -
On my way to Waitrose, I passed Davies' Pharmacy, just beyond the Meridian Centre, between Costas and Cafe Nero -
I paused to admire the severe facade of the pharmacy - there were old medicine bottles for sale in one of the windows -
I gazed at the shining iconic vessels - I thought of apothecaries, and then of Keats -
I turned away - two tattooed women sat smoking outside Cafe Nero -
9.30
June 30 2014
Havant
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