apologies

Sorry not to provide more updates recently. Been busy:

Unpacking boxes

writing 3 articles

1 novel (unfinished)

organising 40th birthday party (am old man soon)

taking arlo to doc’s in London

doing above while avoiding snow

worrying about house

-for some reason am convinced the plaster’s going to suddenly fall off the wall, the kitchen floor will cave in and one day when we flush the loo in the upstairs bathroom the soil pipe will fail and there’ll be a jet of toilet flush shooting across the garden into nextdoor neighbours… not that it keeps me up at night. Oh no.

Also convinced the fact that bulbs keep blowing and fire alarm goes off loudly if you even whisper the fact that you’ve got the oven on is evidence that the electricians stitched us up.

Need sleep, methinks.

Arlo thinks our lampshades are lovely. And so does his finger puppet dolphin. And they are.

another interesting corner of our house

 

looking into the kitchen, kind of

Y’see, some people look at this and see a door-frame. Some people will see a door frame and bit of damp, perhaps. I look and I see a new way of life. An arga (sp?), a large kitchen table and a big big dog lolloping around, unable to get purchase on the shiny shiny new floors in mock slate with glossy finish, knocking into chairs and upsetting the milk. Potential, that’s what it’s about.