Now we have swishy plastic strips in the door. They came out of the roll stinking of polyurethane. They are perfectly crystal clear. Bertie thinks they’re made of glass. He once went barelling into a glass door, so he’s cautious. Steve’s teaching him to swish through, using treaties as enticements. These swishy plastic strips make me think of Gilbert’s milk bar in Carnarvon. The swishy plastic there was in multi-coloured stripes, each one ridged vertically with sticky dirt stuck in the ridges. When you’re little you get quite involved in dirt in ridges. The swishy strips also make me think of a passage titled The Bead Curtain in Donald Horne’s Lucky Country.