Monday was for Boxes

My dear storyteller friend is living with us temporarily as she finds her way in this vast world capital of millions. One of the areas of density common in London, among many many things, is storage space. We don't have any. So, in adding a third person's food and likes and nibbles to an already creatively packed cupboard and counter top, we needed some assistance. Hence, I nicked balsa wood 'frutas y verduras' crated from the neat, clean recycle pile outside of the health food shop on my way home. It rode the Tube with me for an hour and I carried it home in the mist. It now holds pasta, can foods, and root veg on the floor in the kitchen. I also wrote about it.

Wooden boxes holding cola bottles

Wooden boxes for jalapenos

Wooden boxes for the sea shells

and tea cakes; fancy cigars and rows of jewlery

Wooden boxes to keep out of mind,

and keep the whiskey, too.