each step towards cottage
being repaired ready for a changing life is decision
each standstill reminder of
how far the journey has taken me so sitting is fine
Fine day, good for the two
huge loads of washing to dry in the air. Dogs snoozing on the yard whilst I
snooze a little too. No builders but plenty of evidence of their recent
presence in plaster prints and white film sandpaper like textures on many
surfaces. Decided on silver pipe work plus wainscoting and door. The door has
multi coloured storage over much of its surface and pipes having been lowered
to wainscoting level so nothing blaring statement; the towel rail and loo roll
holder painted silver too.
Cleaning the bathroom takes a
long time for such a small room but it involves lots above head height so not
easy on neck shoulders and spine. So looking forward to standing in shower.
A poem from Jaan Kaplinski
called ‘Once I got a postcard…’was the poem that found me today
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