Musings, on life, universe and the daily small happenings within our 'compound' (the hothouse) concerning writing, music, gardening and jam making, etc. firstname.lastname@example.org
Sunday, 8 April 2012
What better than a little stroll to your local demolition site. Suitably gloomy day too. They said they weren't starting until tomorrow . . .about a third of the block has gone. This poor old house stands like a rotting tooth waiting for extraction.