Nothing to read here.
What a relief.
I find myself incapable of ignoring any lettering
These days we are bombarded by messages,
but the habit of reading them all started young.
I remember feeling obliged to decipher the words
on the back of the loo door at home.
I can't have been more than five years old.
My father had pasted up some pages torn out of Amateur Gardening to
the panels on the door.
There was another sign in his spindly writing taped
to the geyser that heated the water for our baths.
Remember. Before lighting remove paper from chimney.
We read this nightly and eventually set it, somewhat bizarrely,
to the hard-to-scan chorus of
In a feeble attempt to stave off this madness
I peel the labels from appliances
and products that cannot be mistaken for anything else.
This may yet be my undoing but so far it offers a little merciful respite.
How do you cope?