It’s blowing a gale outside and is definitely the night to sit in front of the fire and have a drink and a chat with a friend. I am here with the fire and the vermut – actually red wine – I can even offer you mince pies…… and hopefully you are here too for the chat? (Thank you Bodhi Chicklet for keeping the glasses full in my absence!)
The room is quite empty now as you can see. I have brought in a garden table and on the top you can see two envelopes full of old postcards which sold on ebay today anda spiral notepad containing everything I need to remember while organising the move
If you were here I could show you Blue’s new ramp which arrived this morning and which thankfully seems to be all that was promised in the advertisment
Light, strong, wide, non slip and most important of all, acceptable to Blue. It is a Solvit ultralite bought from Easy Animal who have a freephone advice service and I would highly recommend them.
I could also take you outside when the rain stops to show you the cabin we were working on all summer
I’ve been up there today trying to sort out old diaries and deciding which ones to burn. I never thought I would do this but actually I am tired of heaving them around with me and am not sure I would want anyone else to read them. Along the outside wall are a selection of my sculptures. I am amazed at how many there are and how small they seem when put outside.
I went to an auction today to watch some of my things flying out of the room for very low prices – it could be disheartening but I am well beyond the point of caring. All I want to do is get this house empty and I am still fighting with the little stuff which I neither want to keep nor throw away.
I stare at it and wish it would just dissolve. If you were here perhaps you could take it away?
Two very good friends came all the way down to Cornwall from Suffolk last weekend. They even brought their own bed! Both the dogs loved having familiar people staying and spent the nights guarding their room to make sure they too didn’t disappear
But sadly on Sunday they did and so we three are here again, listening to the wind rattling the letterbox and counting the days till next Monday when we set off.
My old house is changing – it still feels like a safe cocoon but the time is coming to let it go for a while and stretch my wings and fly. Think of the swallows who were born this year in my garage – one day they flew around and around the field and then….they climbed higher and higher, set their compass to south and trusted themselves to the air.