half empty boxes in a room with 2 skylights

the weather has turned summery again. it's a delicious 6 a.m just now, with the leaves of the tree outside gently dancing. this view has been called 'tree-bose-window' in the past; i never did find out what type of tree it is. or find out exactly where the path outside the ground floor pocket gardens comes out.
i'm going to take the vaccuum cleaner upstairs for the last time. david must have a clean spare room when he comes back from kayaking in essex. praps i'll leave him a scribbled note on waste paper - it's been the format of all our important communiques somehow - you've got mail! save me some tagine. wash dishes pls; i'm leaving town for 3 months, you've hurt me, think about it before i come back; merry xmas, love wendigo.
i do have so much junk. so much of it reminds me of bankside house, my residence before N16, all swept under the bed frame, to be dealt with later. it's later now, and the movers will be here in 2 hours.

to new adventures

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Anonymous said…
Hugsie!

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