In other news. I'm slipping a bit and had a couple of days when I've hid away. Obviously I'm not happy about this but I seem to have developed a bit of inner compassion. I have always, on the whole, been very forgiving and understanding of others but not so with myself. Partly because I felt I was giving in and being weak. Which in truth I was/am but what lead to that giving in? Here's where the newly acquired compassion may help. I am very suspicious of this at the moment. Is it another excuse ? Or maybe it is something good? Time will tell.
Maison Margate continues to have its guts ripped out. All the plaster and lath on the first floor has gone and so have the internal walls. It's like sleeping in a garage. Bare brick walls and hundred year old dust settling on anything that doesn't move periodically. The rain continues and the temperature has dropped. So I sit here wearing three days of clothes at once and seeing little clouds appear as I breath out. I've moved a couple of pieces of furniture in and re-hung a few of the pictures I took down prior to the last round of demolition. I shall include a picture. If you want to get the full effect tune your radio into any rubbish muzac station and still in a bath of cold water while looking at the picture. Welcome to my world.
Onwards and upwards in the pursuit of fulfilment :-)))