Open.

Closed.

This looks like an open & shut case to me.

Just wondering...
Do you mean 'Closed for lunch' or 'Out to lunch' ; )

xxx

Hello Francine, technically 'out' but practically 'closed.' I hope this helps? Today there are extended opening hours and 20% off all items with the skull and crossbones of a lemur cut into them with a craft knife.

Open.

Closed/ ferme au la port/ shut/ a not-open door/ a door or other vehicle of passage that recognises degrees of close-ness/ to be in the process of not being open, or to not be open - whether to new definitions of being closed, or just to you/ huh? oh! right. I'll... just go then/ to approach the condition of gone-ness, shut-ness or unavailability/ to enter the condition of gone-ness, shut-ness or unavailability/ to not be/ to not/ to

Sorry your sale did not tempt me, as I am not one who gets excited over items with 'the skull and crossbones of a lemur cut into them with a craft knife'...

Oui, la porte est fermée, mais...
It has become quite obvious that you are in fact 'Out to lunch' -
Just don't be too long finding your way back ; )

xxx

Ah - but when is a door a door and when is a door a jar?

A door is always a door, however a door cannot be a jar if it is closed - only if it is open... And for now she says it is closed, so the door is not a jar...
LOL ; )

xxx

Dah!.. Bloody hell. Missed the opening window AGAIN. And my collection of items engraved with lemur skull and crossbones is almost complete. And I camped out in a sleeping bag of stuffed with hairs from the female tussock moth and I was undernieth the arches and the moulting piano ran out of square milk and .. and .. and. this really is unacceptable. Brrrrrrough. WP

Ah well now...as one door closes another one shuts...

Tis' the way of all Lemurs since the time of the Great Storm and Mrs Pillbrush's alien abduction on the Jarrow Walk.

Open and Closed at the same time. Winston is both inside and outside the shop. Gus has and does not have his items. Winston's moth drags the moulting piano across the armature of a weathervane and stops at the end to represent the North Wind. Gus, Isobel, Francine and Chris end up in a snowglobe with an abbreviated yeti -- a 'yet.' There's a sale and you're all sold. How about that then?

I have always found in life that as one door closes another one slams on your fingers, or was it the lid of the molten piano I am trying to airbrush from my life?
In/out? Déjeuner... dedans ou dehors? Difficult damsels don dainty dungarees denying danger driving dirigibles down Durham's drafty drains.
Over and, er... out.

The most exciting time to enter is just as the door is closing: accept or evict, personally I'd rather have the key.

The most exciting time to enter is after having smashed down the door with an axe.

closed for lunch , like a well stuffed picnic basket

open for business
the strongest doors can become unhinged
no matter how heartily underpinned
yale, snip or latch
helps to have someone catch you
when you fall through.

I find it indicative of an active social life when you are open to lunch, and out for breakfast.

Winston, a Schrodinger's poet for sure
simultaneously inside and out
but look on him with care you observer
watching him closely removes any doubt
seemingly, though your interaction may
conjure uncertainties as to his route
and then his quantum state will stand balanced
is he coming in or on the way out?

Open or shut it's what goes on behind closed doors that tantalises...

'Do Not disturb'... Cannot handle that...



but were I to be on the otherside, you would be amazed just how much I could handle...

different doors dictate different directions

I recently found myself stuck in a room with 23 (potential) Josephs waiting to see Cameron MacKintosh - thankfully nobody started singing 'Close every door to me....'
Cx

Do you sell food or drinks?
I am in the mood for an iced mocha with soy...

Anybody ever read "The Lady and the Tiger"? Doors and their metaphoric use are pervasive throughout all history. Once again I probably come up like a wet rag on a birthday cake. I need to try harder.

There's also a brilliant book of mathematical puzzles called 'The Lady or the Tiger' by Raymond Smullyen. This little shop is Lady or Tiger puzzle themed. Once you've entered you will find yourself immersed in paradox and facing danger. You ask for a latte, I hand you 2 lattes -- apparently identical, but only one of them is the genuine article and the other is exceedingly dangerous. However, I try to make you accept both by telling you it is 2-for-the-price-of-1 on all coffee-bean-originated products. You are not allowed to remove the little bio-plastic safety lids to peek into the cups, and you can only ask me one question but not variations on 'which is the real latte?' So, what do you ask me?

Hello Mr Crompton! I have a compass which is a room whose walls are 4 doors, and each door only opens when the wind is blowing from that direction. There is also a trapdoor and an attic door. Which direction would the winds have to blow to open these?

Ms Wilcock, there's a key waiting for you. I've left it under the milkman. It's embedded in his left shoe.

mocha with SOY? I'll have mine with Worcester Sauce please! xx

If you insist on Worcester Sauce you must also partake in a seance to communicate with the spirits of the fish used in the Worcester Sauce recipe. Do not be surprised if the spirits of other animals you have consumed attempt to contact you and perhaps go on to plant cold spots all over your person. Oh yes, you'll be on that beach when a herd of ghostly cattle will pop out of your elbows and demand retribution and gravy!

Oh. Whoops!

Tabasco and drinking chocolate then?

Hatta
assuming the room is gimballed and floating in mercury the only way to open all doors outwards would be to detonate an explosive charge due south, sufficent to create a mach stem, the negative pressure after the intital shock front would would cause all doors to open. This thory assumes the doors only open outwards. Swinging doors would also behave the same way eventualy, but only after all being blown inwards, too close to the door and you could be harmed. Headbanging doors is therapy only when you make the choice, anything else is just an intrusion, a shock, a frustrating invasion of privacy.

So what if you were gimaballing around in your room full of doors with a south wind blowing a gale and the explosion going off bang and all the doors flew open and then - you chucked your mug of hot chocolate and tabasco THROUGH the doors - where would it end up? AHAH! Got you there!

Ann youz crazy! :-;

throwing tabasco to the artificial elements, next we shall induce rain, cloudbusting.
So Ann has added the tabasoc and chocolate, doors are unhinged, others swinging wildly in nuclear storms, splinters are everywhere, perhaps its time for the aliens to intervene aka the scene from 'Close Encounters of the third kind' , do you know it? When the lady closes the door of the chimney? Terrifying shot! or the banging fridge doors, the dogflap......

all these doors openeing and closing, wheres the horses, Dorothys flying cottage? Bolted barns, its all gone chaotic! Hatta help us, Julien inject a calming interjection thingy please

stay on topic.........s t a y on topic :-)

Dog flap? I didn't know dogs had flaps! No wonder the world is coming to an end as we speak!

I have never seen a dogflap, I'm more of a cat person - they're unflappable
Cx

for my contribution to this discussion i wrote the poem 'apocolypse heart.'
its about the doors of perception...Jim told me to do it...
when one door closes another does not necessarily open. It might do with sufficient energy flow. It depends which way they're screwed on anyway as has been said.

Inertia.

No one wants to sit in a vacuum listening to the clock tick. Or perhaps they do?
The idea of the poem is that energy cannot be held in stasis and even if one did refuse to shift emotionally some flood or other would be forced by natural law to wash you away.
Or could you stand your ground and fight the fact that the you found the content of the last scenes behind the doors unsatisfactory anyway?

"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern." - W.Blake

mmm...fire represents OUR energy but would burn up our foundations(earth) It only fuels itself...yet is extinguished by emotion.(water)
Eitherway...in answer to all those well meaning efforts of those who insist that a lost opportunity is the promise of another one...i say Id rather breathe the fresh air outside and not bother with doors at all.

suggest read: Aldous Huxley; Doors of perception.
soundtrack: Strange Days Jim Morrison. The Doors.

Hmmm... It would depend on whether or not I was aware that one was the mocha with soy or not... I wouldn't want both, because I only asked for one, and I could never be tempted to drink two. I probably would be as charming as ever - ask you whether you prefer soy or almond milk, and hope that you wouldn't lead me astray ; )

xxx

sorry have just realised that beyond my door people were discussing milky drinks and chucking coffee around in what sounds like a rather exciting french cafe somewhere just outside of kansas...
while thats got nothing to do with me or my perceptions of the doors of life, its also quite befitting that at the centre of that scene(has to be the centre of course) you might find a woman tapping on her laptop with all the intensity in the world to cause a whirlwind storm...itd make a nice painting as unlike doors, windows are quite calmly more interesting for us artists to look through....but do carry on with the coffee.

Well, Hatta,
I am not keen on getting the milkman to take his shoe off.So I placed sticky putty on the last step by the door and when he stepped on it to place the milk bottles down the key became stuck on the putty. Had it not done so I would still have had a fine impression with which to create a key.
Excited and cautiously I opened the door, the key turned easily. However, I didn't anticipate the gust of wind that came from behind me, from these Lancashire hills and blew the door out of my hand and into the man with the coffees. They spilt all over the floor. I was profusely apologetic. I had intended to slip in and found myself causing chaos but there is no ill wind as they say... Being morning, the milkman having been and the door facing East the sun rose and beamed through. There was a click as the doors slipped their latches, I realised they were automatic and responded to solar energy, a torch at night or a sunbeam in the day. It was quite a sight, all of them opening together and the coffee drying on the floor.
One coffee stain smelt of Mocha and tabasco sauce but the other gave off a hissing sound and started to dissolve the floor and walls. The edifice crumbled and the sun filled the space. I stood with my back to the wind warmed by the sun. this was going to be a good day.

<Julien inject a calming interjection thingy please>

Arriving now, Peter, white-coated, breathless. OK,stay calm, I', not going to hur... come, come now, just roll up your sleeve, this will only hurt a teensy, weens... Gotcha!

Oh dear, perhaps I shouldn't have ever wanted that key then? Will go for a latte and think about it!

Julian, we are calm! Untwist your knickers immediately!!

OK, OK, will untwist...
Hang on though, these are not mine!
Why am I wringing out someone else's clothes?
I only popped out for a brief moment.

who's got yours then? I think we should be told!

Open but stocked with other items.

YAY... She is back from lunch : )
Ooh, other items... Do tell...

Two from the top and any others of your choice please Hatta.

It's not 'Countdown' Win

Doh, I could only do the numbers game. I was always c***p at the letters, but with Hatta at the the helm I was hoping that the rules would be 'slightly alternative'. win