dusty venetians

Once, in a previous life many eons ago, they were white. Brilliant white. Whiter than a white thing. And the privacy they offered our bathroom was very much appreciated as they helped stop the rear neighbours seeing my silhouette through the daftly positioned leafily-blurrified window whenever I took an evening tinkle or sat for a while in a 'Porcelain Throne Ponder'.

But now they're more of a floury magnoliarygrey, in need of a de-dust. Which I kindof like a little bit, in a weird way.