So the kitchen has become
an extention of the garden.
We have life.
But is it life as it is meant to be? Or has something else started growing.
I see we have a tea dilema!
I have some golden balls for breakfast, and bread and butter.
And with those eaten.
I take a last ride in the car to work.
The motorway is so quiet I’m there in 20 minutes. A bit of difference door to door than the train.
I must not forget this.
I have horese in the stake sweep at work. And the horse is a non runner. Instead, to take is place is Wonderful Charm.
At home, the cars ecmony is doing fine still.
And while I relax trying to find somethign to do on the sofa, I find some old pcitures of when the house I live in was for rent.
And the curtain poles were not up.
And the back garden had no fence.
Or grass, and there is the stump of the tree.
The front of the house, very much how it is now.
The kitchen, very much how it is now.
And just as it is now, but with plant life.
And an empty living room.
With the old fire place.
An here is the bathroom before it was retiled.
And then at some point the grass was laid and the back fence put up.