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It was so windy our five-bar gate blew off its hinges. It was open at the time so didn't land in the road. But, even so, a bit of a nuisance.
It's probably quite old: it features in the painting we have of the house (left by the previous owners) that's dated 1970.
It's probably quite old: it features in the painting we have of the house (left by the previous owners) that's dated 1970.
Take a walk with me
Jan. 24th, 2018 10:07 pmLet's start from the bedroom door.
Take a look to your left. (Don't lath too much at the mess: you'll just end up choking on the dust.)
Look Up! (Yes, it might seem vertiginously down, but that is the ceiling right now.)
Reorient yourself.
And proceed towards the creepy door.
That door!
Or turn back. It looks just as welcoming up there.
Or, even, up there.
Yes, that's up. Again.
Ah, the joys of replastering.
(But the wall's are pretty sound. And the joists and beams are sound, unrotted, unendampened. This is a surprise.)
Take a look to your left. (Don't lath too much at the mess: you'll just end up choking on the dust.)
Look Up! (Yes, it might seem vertiginously down, but that is the ceiling right now.)
Reorient yourself.
And proceed towards the creepy door.
That door!
Or turn back. It looks just as welcoming up there.
Or, even, up there.
Yes, that's up. Again.
Ah, the joys of replastering.
(But the wall's are pretty sound. And the joists and beams are sound, unrotted, unendampened. This is a surprise.)
